sometimes, accepting a thing's meaninglessness
is more important than searching for its meaning.
i'm guilty of this, and i know some of you are too. something terribly terrible or something wonderfully wonderful happens and instead of just letting it be, i wonder why it happened and search to give it meaning in some other aspect of my life. i treat my story like a film script and give little things great significance as if they are symbols and allegories to boost the plot.
but sometimes, a thing is just a thing. a kiss is just a kiss. a text is just a text. a car wreck is just a car wreck. i only spilled my coffee on my white shirt because i was clumsy, and i only left my book at home because i was careless.
it's tempting to give these inconveniences and brilliant conveniences some purpose in the story line. but sometimes, the strength of the plot comes not from the symbols, but from taking things at face value only.
there is no deeper meaning if you live in the depths.