I think of life as meaningless and yet it excites me. I always think something marvelous is about to happen.
I wish I could live like this, but I, like most other human beings, have a need to look for some meaning in the strange and random events that are constantly coming up in life. I always look for a story when I should just be in that place at that time and live my life. I don’t think I have a destiny or that there is some superhuman mentality behind the scenes organizing the world. It is all too crazy for that to be true.
Myriad Ways 