Maybe

Maybe everything happens for a reason. Maybe everything was fated from the start.

This

I want to leap out of my chair and sing off-key at the top of my voice and walk under the rain without an umbrella and sit by somewhere quiet with only my thoughts in my head. I want to buy a bus ticket and take off on the impulse (I will take you along if you want); I want to sit by the beach all night waiting for the sun to rise; I want to sit on a roller coaster again and relish the feeling of zooming past everything with my heart in my throat and my hair flying behind me. I want to shop till I drop. I want to feel alive, I want to feel anything but this.

The gift of language is the single human trait that marks us all genetically, setting us apart from the rest of life.
Lewis Thomas, The Lives Of A Cell