It’s plain to see, the sun won’t shine today.
But I aint in the mood for sunshine anyway.
Life is such a perpetual paradox.
Today was a challenge. Woke up in this grey shroud void of meaning. Traffic. The lake. Clouds. What does any of it matter? Nadda. The lake means nothing to the dead, and we are just dead in waiting, so what purpose should any meaning serve at all?
Not that I take any single thing for granted. I can revel in every miracle around me, so long as I have that option. It’s strange. Most of the time the option is there, but sometimes it just isn’t. Sometimes I can’t even choose to savor or create meaning in the many different ways one can do so with whatever is in front of them at any given moment.
Today was such a day. The reason, I think, is extrapolated from the nature of meaning. Meaning is subjective, and relative- so, in objective terms (the way I like to consider the world) two things end up being true at once: everything has meaning, and nothing has meaning. Objectively speaking, the natural state of truth is a type of cognitive dissonance: two opposing things being true at the same time in the same place.
If there’s one thing our minds hate, it’s cognitive dissonance. We patch that shit out RIGHT QUICK when it comes up. To avoid the pain of reality, we flee into the fantasy of a world that is governed by logic and not madness; as though dreams were the respite from being awake, not the other way around.
“The stars hang high above, the ocean roars
The moon it comes to lead me to her door.
There’s crystals across the sand, and the waves take my hand…”
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