Meaning

A product of staying up late (often against my own will) is rexamining the normal parameters of the world, and thinking in depth about concepts that most humans don't consider out of pure boredom. There are a lot of things that we don't normally think about on a daily basis, like how we want to die, or what makes our best friend our BEST FRIEND, or what we want most out of life, because let's face it, really weighing the pros and cons of our dreams and desires aren't as simple as taking out the trash or emptying the dishwasher. And usually, we don't make it a point to think about these things until we are reminded of them by something usually small or insignificant, like a smart and funny TV show you enjoy, or an old photograph on the refridgerator. Then some things that are kind of buried, or things that are repressed can get dug up and flashed out in the open. It's usually things like that that we try to find some sort of meaning. But then consider this, when do we ever try to find meaning in good things? The only time we ever try to find meaning in good things is when our lives have previously been crappy. "When you can't make sense of someone leaving, you sometimes try to make sense of what they left behind. And it makes it a whole lot easier when what they left you was beautiful." You find meaning in the terrible things so it doesn't seem like they were just there to make your life shit. SHIT HAPPENS. Our fates and events in our lives are predetermined and moderated by a powerful, all-knowing being. The real meaning should be in how we let these unavoidable obsctacles, events, anomalies, and redenvous with fate affect the way we move on to and deal with the next little speedbump.

Okay, off my philisophical soapbox for the evening........or early morning.