I truly believe the universe wants to be noticed. It's improbably biased towards the consciousness of our intelligence, in part so because it enjoys the elegance of being watched. I think it has a mind of its own and a clear goal how it wants our existence to unfold. It hates being rejected and even more so ignored. Accepting all of this has not stopped me from flipping it the finger any time I can, and walking away from the road it puts me on. Yet I wonder, who am I, living in the middle of such an insignificant part of the bigger picture, to tell the universe it - or my observation of it - is easily defied. Perhaps I am merely misinterpreting its signs. I shall never know for sure, and I'll always remain obsessed with its will. Maybe one day, she'll show me the answer, maybe one day, I'll win.
