The silent giggle…

I often wonder: do we chase meaning,
or does meaning chase us in disguise?

Each time I seek answers with trembling hands and furrowed brow, the universe simply leans back and smiles, not with cruelty, but with the quiet amusement of a parent watching a child try to catch sunlight in a jar. The more I demand purpose, the more the stars blink as if holding back laughter, as if they already know that the game is not in finding meaning but in becoming it. Why do I search so desperately, when the rhythm of breath, the warmth of a touch, the dance of shadows on my wall, all whisper truths I keep overlooking?

Perhaps meaning is not a treasure to uncover, but a presence that reveals itself only when I stop chasing it.

And in those rare moments when I fall still, when I am not trying to understand but simply to be, I swear I hear the universe giggle… in silence.