Everything Happens Beneficially, Officially
I wrote fondly before of the book I recently finished, Everything Happens for a a Reason, by Mira Kirshenbaum. And I just finished The Alcoholism and Addiction Cure, by Chris Prentiss, who offers a similar perspective on the everything-for-a-reason theme.
First, let me explain why that theme is especially important for me now. Last March, we left our home of 35 years and moved a few miles away, still in Louisville, to a smaller, lower-priced house. The kids are long gone and we both have retired, so a smaller house would mean less upkeep and less expense. The difference in the price between our old home and our new one was to be put away for traveling around the country with our camper. But here we are, seven months later, and our big former home is still on the market. We keep lowering the price and paying the mortgage on the new house (at 7% interest).
Why have our plans gone pffft? I dunno. It's frustrating and demoralizing. Is there a reason for this? God? Karma? I tell myself there is a reason why we are watching our nest egg fall from the tree. Some days, I have trouble convincing myself.
Nevertheless, Prentiss writes in his aforementioned book, "If you believe that God or a Supreme Being of any other name is the cause of everything, and if you believe in the popular conception of a Supreme Being that is all-knowing and all-powerful, it follows that whatever comes from that Supreme Being, such as the Universe itself, has to be perfect as well....
"(W)hatever happens is the best possible event that can happen. If one thing that could happen that was truly bad -- one thing that was imperfect -- so could three, four, five, and more imperfect, bad events happen, which could possibly lead to destruction. But that doesn't happen. The Universe continues to be perfect at every moment....
"Even if an incident hurt me or took something from me, it would always work to my benefit since the Universe will not let anything bad happen to itself, and I am a part of 'itself'."
That explains why my drinking problem, in the long run, was to my benefit. And watching my savings slip away like sand in an hourglass is to my benefit. Somehow. Someday. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.