16/08/2026
I'm someone who can find seventeen layers of meaning in why I chose the blue mug instead of the white one.
But lately I've been entertaining the hilariously liberating possibility that not everything means something.
Maybe sometimes you're tired because you're tired.
Maybe you didn't reply because you forgot.
Maybe someone was quiet because they were quiet.
Maybe the blue mug was closer.
There is depth everywhere.
But I wonder if part of wisdom is knowing when not to go digging for it.