In the end it is not my right to question. If I am given words, then I believe I am given them for a reason. It may be only for my own self-reflection, but there is a reason. None of us can know why we are given the gifts we are given. They may sometimes seem more like curses to us than gifts. But that is because we are so quick to judge ourselves so harshly.

It is not our place to judge. It is only our place to use what we are given, perhaps slowly, perhaps awkwardly, always gratefully.