Isn't it funny how everything works out in the end?

So many things have happened to me these past couple weeks. I've had some pretty outrageous, crazy, or plain ridiculous moments, days, or even week. In general, I find myself in these silly situations that may appear absurd or impossible to many, but become quite real to me that I eventually learn to laugh with (not at) myself, if that makes any sense at all; and to realize, as cliche as it may sound, that it's all how I look at it. At the end, everything works out--all the pieces come together.

I mentioned in a very early post about how I've become more mellow over the years, how I think "oh well" to whatever circumstance I come across. Yes, partly it stems from apathy as I've grown more jaded towards a lot of issues that might have mattered more to me at one point in my life, or from disappointment towards certain aspects of reality that makes me think, ignorance is indeed bliss. The other part of this "oh well" attitude is because I have faith that everything will work out, or to say the least, appear to make more sense. And so it's funny when those around me might obsess over something pertaining to me that I might not even obsess or worry about at all. Like a friend once said, what's the point of worrying? Truth. Because, tomorrow will worry for itself. Nonetheless, I'm still happy and grateful every single time something works out.