how does it happen?

it usually feels better that you actually do not know the answer to that question.
because
things happen
shit happens
one feels things then
things happen
again.

thing is, certain people find it necessary to really really answer that question.
and maybe that's why meetings take longer than necessary.
and maybe that's why i still find it hard to understand a good lot of people, to put myself in their shoes. especially in a world where people seemingly don't think about your own shoe size.

for now, i simply love the thought that at the end of the day
as i look back at it, this, that, these, those happening
i simply do not know the answer as to how

but that it, this, that, these, those
simply happened.

lisnin to I Need A Good Woman - Ray Charles. yesterday i thought i need a woman, period. but you gotta listen to old good ray, one needs a good woman.
sortof readin Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
feelin kinda satisfied.