“Do you ever feel that way?”
“Lonely?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.”
“Because maybe it’s dumb to look for signs from the universe. Maybe the universe has better things to do; dear God, I hope it does. Do you know how many signs I’ve gotten, that I should or shouldn’t be with someone? And where has it gotten me? Maybe there aren’t any signs. Maybe a locket is just a locket… a chair is just a chair… Maybe we don’t have to give meaning to every little thing. Maybe we don’t need the universe to tell us what we really want. Maybe we already know that, deep down.”
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present”
