I've never been one to believe that everything happens for a reason. Stupid things happen and stupid things happen often. I try to figure out how to derive meaning from the meaningless; sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn't.
But ever since I began to meditate, I do detect a thrum beneath the surface of my everyday life. There are connections between things that should, by all logic, be disconnected. I don't believe everything happens for a reason, but I do believe in synchronicity, not coincidence. When I'm most in need of a new perspective, the hawk flies across my path. One flew right in front of my car the other day, its wings just about grazing my windshield.
What's going on out there is connected to what's going on in here. Whatever it is, it's pretty wonderful.