Well Awake

I used to enjoy walks while finding meaning in everything around me. A quiet street felt dull, and a busy café made me feel like I was missing out. Even the weather seemed tied to my mood.

Looking back, I thought this was just how life worked—we analyze and try to make sense of it all. Yes, we are trying to find meaning in everything. And, when we don’t find it, our world collapses.

But over time, things changed. I started noticing simple pleasures without needing to attach meanings. The sound of birds or the aroma of coffee could just be that—nothing more. The rain simply drops without asking for a meaning. A flower smells, and that’s it.

Things don’t come with built-in meanings; we create them ourselves, oh what silly creatures we are. Nothing has meaning. It exists only in our minds. Now, I can stroll along. No stories. No hidden messages, simply being with what is.