"Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be."
~ Grandma Moses ~
Things happen in life and we give them significance,
create an internal narrative,
usually in such a way that our egos come out as heroes,
And creating all this meaning around events is exhausting.
I remember when my twins were little and learned the word,
Whatever they thought of or saw:
And, being an industrious, eager new mother,
I would answer their questions to the best of my ability,
in response to which they would say,
Today, the best response to "Why?" I know is that
there is no why,
there just is.
Creating meaning out of every little life happening is exhausting and unnecessary.