What is life if it has no meaning? My friend told me the other day that not everything has to mean something, and while she is correct in some sense, I truly hate that idea. Don’t get me wrong—I do indeed know that nothing in life truly matters and none of it has inherent meaning. Yes, I know, very cynical of me, but it’s true.
I think it’s a hard pill many of us struggle to swallow. I know I did. I went on a whole tangent for about a year not giving a shit about anything because nothing mattered and life sucked, obviously. But after my year-long tantrum, basically, I read something along the lines of: you give life meaning, and that’s the beauty of living.
I have no idea where I saw it or who even said it, but I do remember that when I read it, a light bulb instantly went off above my head. It was like a glimmer of hope. Life is more fun when you give meaning to the things you enjoy.
Lately, I think I’ve been struggling with giving things too much meaning, perhaps. Like angel numbers… ugh, I know—another girl who believes in repeating numbers. It must be a sign! (mockingly). But I do, in some regard. I try not to let it go too far into my head. I just find it interesting when the numbers show up more often, or when they suddenly disappear. I don’t know, man.
What I do know is that the same friend who told me that things don’t have to have so much meaning is the same person I was ranting to on the phone the other day about how I just needed a sign.
A little backstory: a couple of months back, I needed help from the universe with a decision I was making. I will not divulge what that decision was, but I stared off into the sky and asked the world that if it was right for me, it would show me a pink car.
And a pink car I did see—a magenta-pink Jeep—the morning after I spent ranting to my friend about how I needed a sign. At first, I saw the car and thought, Oh, I love that color pink… how pretty, of course, in my head. Then another light bulb went off when I realized what I had just seen and how I had begged the night before to see a sign.
Anyways, you could call it a coincidence, or you could call it the universe speaking back—who knows?
Well… this was fun to feed into my delusions. I hope you enjoyed.