Assorted Ravings of the Slightly-Weird

A Little Sign

I believe in signs.

I believe that there exists some higher power (because the idea that human beings are the most intelligent beings in existence is too frightening to comprehend) who isn't omni-potent (cos that just brings up the whole thorny issue of predestination and free will) but does have some prescience and a sense of humour to boot. And I believe that occasionally this higher power (or these higher powers) will send us little signs to say "Hey, chin up. Things aren't as bad as they seem."

And it is because I believe in signs that I remain optimistic. One day, you'll call. I don't know how long it'll take, but one day, you'll call.

P.S.: Yes, I know I'm stubborn. Stop telling me things I don't already know. Like, how I'm stubborn, how I'm a optimistic masochist which is a sure-fire recipe for pain, how I'm grasping at straws...