Currently Listening HURT Vol.1 By Hurt Falls Apart

Tis the wind and nothing more...

Mr. Poe was certainly a wise man--a disturbed one, but a wise one nonetheless.

Sometimes, it's just the wind.

Sometimes, a smile is just a smile.

Sometimes, things just simply are.

We always like to make them larger than they are, to assign some grand scheme of meaning to them.  It's true, and I know I do it just as much as the next person.

But there are times, aren't there, where things just are?

There is nothing deeper.

There is nothing more.

And we have to accept and just deal with it--period.

I'm still fluctuating between really wanting things to mean something, to believe in signs per se.  I think this leads me to look for meaning where there isn't any.

So, in essence, and to steal a dear friend's catch phrase, I am "embracing the meaningless."

Interesting concept....

It makes more sense really.  If we embrace nothing, than we never have anything but nothing to lose.

Hmmm....just that and nothing more.

Peace,

C.