Lately I've come to feel that there certainly is such a thing as faith, that even life is scripted. For every hopeless situation, there seems to be an answer. For instance, I had to move from a house up in the woods I lived in for half a year. The reason being extreme poltergeist activity, especially when I had visitors. But the real estate marked changed rapidly, there was almost no apartments available, and prices had gone up at least 40 percent. I longed back to the place I had before downtown, but finding something there seemed like an impossible task. I had to live with my mom, after living 6 years by myself. Humiliating? Yes, to a extreme degree. I wondered: What is the purpose of this? I was severely depressed and burned out. Then a month later, which is one month ago, I ended up living with two girls in a penthouse we share. Guess where? 50 mmeters from the place I lived before, downtown! Randy Couture mentioned this once also, how he met Mark Coleman like 20 years ago or so in wrestling, was going to fight in the early UFC days but was cancelled, and now in their 40's they meet again in an MMA competition. Mike Tyson and Holyfield didn't meet while in their prime, they met when they were 16, sparred together, gambled together. Holyfield was scared of him when they were sparring because Mike was an animal, but overcame this challenge years later. It seems life likes to set out challenges for us to conquer, and later concludes it. Thoughts?