It's funny how perspectives change over time, whether they go from being overly dramatic to apathetic or just from immature to wise. We all do things in our lives that later on make us wonder what the point in all of it was, when in reality, there was no point or purpose. It was just there, just another event. Much to many "wizened" people's demise, often times things just happen, with no higher purpose or meaning to it. It's just a coincidence. You can spend your entire life debating about something that happened two hundred years ago, but the matter of the fact is whether or not the argument goes your way, the thing that happened two hundred years ago isn't going to change just because you say it should. What happened happened, even if we don't know what exactly that was or why. Some things were just meant to be left a mystery, a horrible thing to say to scientists, I know, but it doesn't change that fact.
The trouble is, we are so stuck in this mindset that we have to know exactly what happened. I mean, who really cares if Bobby and Kari did make out at the school dance last year or if Sam really did copy Alyssa's fourth grade paper on Elephants? Those things are completely irrelevant to what's going on NOW, and sometimes I worry that we get so stuck in the past, that we forget to live our lives, in the present time, and that the gifted youth that we have withers away into dust before we realize that there's nothing left in front of us to enjoy. At that point, the only way to look is behind ourselves, and if we are forever looking back then there is nothing to look forward to. How can we find a cure for cancer or a solution to world hunger or even just a way to enjoy the afternoons bit of sunshine if we can't even let the tiniest mystery be? There's enough stress and anxiety in the world without letting the past weigh you down. Let it go. Sometimes a mystery has just got to stay a mystery. That's what makes life beautiful.