Sometimes I see patterns that don’t exist.
Tweets that look like they are meant for me.
Facebook photos that poke at my soul.
Blog posts that read as if they’ve been written to address my current mood.
Then I remember that good writing is meant to move the soul.
When something reaches me, it’s nearly an accident. The writer is uniquely skilled, and I happen to be in the right place at the right time to catch it.
There are no patterns.
There are no hidden messages.
It’s a good blog post, a good tweet, or a provocative photo. But it’s not meant for me.
And I don’t mean to break your heart or anything, but the patterns that you see here are not meant for you, either.