It’s not that I believe that everything happens for a reason. I just think some things are meant to be broken, imperfect, chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. That’s how life is. If everything was smooth and perfect, you’d get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you’ll never really enjoy it when things go right.