I preach and I spew to let things be, telling everyone around me to give life room for its natural path with no question of why things happen. These "things," they happen for a reason, and we are expected to learn that from a young age. I preach and I spew because I like to believe that coincidences are a myth, just like everyone always tells me, because the idea of everything coming to a clean point satisfies me and my perfectionist mind. But I can't help but wonder why it is that stop lights only turn green when I have no where to be.