But does it really? Maybe, through looking for a meaning, we are losing the real and true meaning of whatever anything is? Whenever we "know" something, we make it into a form. Something that only exists in our minds, because we made it that way. We gave it a meaning, instead of just accepting it as it was. At least, that's my current state of mind. I don't want to look for meaning in anything, because now, deep inside, I'll always doubt it because I know it's not real, just something I made up. But what's stopping me from accepting whatever I made up to be what's really real?
And that's where this infinite loop of beliefs and implications and doubt comes in. I think it's because I'm thinking too hard about it, or even thinking about it at all. Therefore, I'm not sure I really even want to know anything. I don't want it to mean anything. I want it to just be as it is.
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