I have this odd habit, not exactly sure where it came from, of viewing objects and events in my life as signs. Sometimes I see something and I can’t help but think, ‘What could that mean?’ Maybe it’s a byproduct of my writer’s brain, but I am always looking for the significance of a thing beyond what it is–even though I often find myself wondering if there truly is any meaning aside from that which we impose upon the world.
Why am I babbling about this?
I’ve been seeing lots of frogs lately, and it keeps reminding me of an idea I had for a story. I started writing the story a couple of nights ago, and today while I was out working I saw yet another frog.
Maybe I think too much, but I looked at that frog today—it was brown in case you’re curious—and to me it was a sign that I’m on the right track.
Now, here’s the thing: I realize that it might sound ridiculous, or delusional, but I think that if you keep an eye out for signs around you then you’re more than likely to find them. Whether they actually mean anything at all is another question, one that we simply cannot answer. Unless you’re convinced that our existence, our entire universe even, is absolutely random and holds no higher truths. I’m not convinced of that yet, signs or no.
A couple of years ago I went to interview for a new job and this subject came up. I don’t remember the context, but I do remember why I mentioned it that day: on my way to the interview I saw two dead birds, side by side and all smashed into the road. I had seen a dead bird in the street before, but never two like that. I wondered what it might mean, and I told my potential employer about it. He was intrigued and he told me that he’d never considered it before.
Perhaps it meant nothing at all, and the dead birds were exactly that and nothing more, but I got the job and then got fired a week later.
For whatever it’s worth, I haven’t seen a pair of dead birds since.