Sunday Morning Blurb

The more I am trying to figure out life, the more I am learning that there is nothing to explain. Everything just is. Maybe it is something that we are wired with, maybe it is the idea of ego, what we have learned to be 'I' or living in a society that makes us believe everything that we are and everything that we do has a meaning.

All of us humans have an internally rich life that someone outside of us will never know about. So we will never understand how the tiniest of our actions, or the intentions of our actions will be perceived by another. It is too much of a burden to assume of and for others.

Our conscious minds can help lead with intentions, which is a powerful causal force in my opinion. However, there are infinite intentions and networks outside of us, that are forever at play. So many of these networks began years and years before we even came into existence. So how is it that we can assume that anything can even mean something - when all we can do is just grasp our fractal of the circumstance as our reality.

Maybe it is only at this point that we realize that things are not that deep. In this context, trying too hard or moving on a specific route might make us miss out on so many exhilarating experiences - just because we cautioned on our philosophy - a little too much. But what if it's more about rolling the dice and moving forward to the next step?

It feels like we are all endlessly rushing towards a landing space of a big FAT meaning - that one day it'll all make sense to us. But maybe this post is all there to it. Maybe it's all about surfing the waves then? Maybe being human is being existential :')