I’ve encountered people who speak of how things just make sense to them.
I don’t understand that because I’ll never perceive things from their point of view and so their ‘sense’ is unimaginable in my mind. However, that does not change or affect the fact that things still make sense in their world. And I can’t do anything about, just like they can’t do anything about my ‘sense’ either. And we live happily ever after.
I stumbled upon this poem this morning and it made me realize this even further:
I tried to
a poem about you
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
just as much sense.
— With My Orange Pen, Megan Grace