is there a purpose behind everything that finds its way into our lives?

when things don't work out or just are simply out of shape i believe its because nothing is ever a coincidence. I believed that meeting you several years ago was a coincidence, feeling what i felt. "was it all just a coincidence?" Id catch thinking about this very question when im lonely, not alone.

It took me awhile, took me some lonely sunsets to believe that maybe, just maybe it was all , never a coincidence. Bad timing? Was it fate? Never, as if it was meant to happen. 

Every little thing, every individual enters your life with a motive, a purpose.