If you’re looking for life to make sense, stop. Because it doesn’t, it won’t, and I don’t think it’s supposed to.
Rather than figuring it out, I think we’re meant to spend our time and energy and relationships enjoying (or celebrating or mourning or healing from) whatever is.
There’s an intense, heart wrenching scene in the film Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close where Sandra Bullock is pleading with her son, Oskar, in their kitchen. Oskar is a nine-year old boy with Asperger’s Syndrome and has just lost his father in the 9/11 attacks. The film is the story of Oskar trying to make sense of this cruel and complex reality. In this particular scene, Sandra and Oskar are arguing and crying and Sandra desperately begs her son saying: “It’s never going to make sense because it doesn’t.”
There’s a simple and beautiful depth to that statement. It’s never going to make sense. Why? Because it doesn’t. Could that really be it? Is that the end of the conversation? Sometimes (often? all the time?) life doesn’t make sense. But if making sense isn’t the point then we’re okay; we can keep going and growing with purpose.
Your call is to find some reason – other than sense – to live your life and do what you do.