Snapshot in Time

I used to think all that came about in this world was either a result of pure science, or pure coincidence. There was no purpose to those happenings inexplainable by fact; they just were. People came into this world, did what they could to survive, and then faced their inevitable death and returned to the ash they came from. That was life and there was nothing more to it. As I said, that's what I used to believe; but I feel a little bit differently now. Life has a funny way of teaching us things. We learn not to touch a stove not after we are told not to, but after that first time we feel so curious and rebellious as to defy orders and receive a painful sting to the flesh. Or when we were kids and our imaginations would run wild and we believed we could truly fly with a little bit of faith and pixy dust. And then we jump off that playground set and fall into the wooden chips, spraining an ankle, thus convincing ourselves we just didn't believe hard enough. But do you see what all these things have in common? Pain. We learn from consequences: pleasant rewards or harsh punishments. But why then would we pursue a cause that brings us no apparent benefit, nor keeps us from danger? Why do we sometimes feel compelled from within to chase after it? Last year I would have concluded there was no particular reason, just boredom or curiosity. But often times these desires of the heart that lead us one way result in powerful happenings that change the course of our lives forever. Some things just can't be attributed to chance. Everything has purpose, no matter how small. And like a pebble stuck tumbling aimlessly in a rushing stream, we all rub what we come into contact with, changing its form forever. I was just a heavy stone that was immovable since its creation. That is, until he came. He pushed me deep into that current and it sent me chasing after him every since. And so it begins.