My yoga teacher says that we have to believe there is an order to things- because there is. We are complex and intricate creations that need to fit tight and snuggle in and tick perfectly with exactitude or something terrible will go wrong- and our bodies are just smaller replicas of the cosmos so this rule of perfection applies to the whole universe too.
Everything is divine and exactly ordered. Everything is connected and necessary. Everything matters. Everything counts. Everything has a point. Everything was considered.
Everything we have is needed to make everything we have. When I hear her say this I feel a relief so deep I want to cry.
So I’ve decided I’m going to assume it is true.