I’m one of those conspicuous types that believes in signs. One of those who says, "this was meant to be" or "it’s not misfortune, it’s just an indicator to refocus". There is definitely an enchanting aspect in believing in mystical occurrence because it grants the user an incomprehensibly vast dimension of existence which he is a part of, yet almost completely unaware. We’re all like Frodo in the Lord of the Rings series, knowing we have a far greater purpose to achieve than we can ever possibly understand in the moment, waiting for that delicious retrospective glance at life to say, "Yeah, it was all for something."
I’m torn quite frequently because there is a lot confirmation in favor of this magic and also much scientific data to confirm that the connections made between life events are all part of confirmation biases and other tricks our minds play on us to tell us we’re right and not utterly useless oafs that don’t know shit about squat. I’ve met with shamans and had vision quests that revealed to me who my spirit animals were and simultaneously delved deep enough into psychology to understand why I give my British friend the benefit of the doubt over a wiser American counterpart to any argument he makes. This is where my corpus callosum has trouble linking my Watts and my Rand.
My dominant nature is that of the heart and all the woo-woo terminology that goes along with it. I try to look for greater meaning in insignificant circumstances because I do believe that they are like little puzzle pieces that will sooner or later reveal a fantastic portrait of a human being that lived for a purpose; grandeur of purpose being completely subjective. This not only allows me to accept things, good and bad with complete equanimity, but also gives me the capacity to appreciate the good with a sensitivity that sometimes overwhelms. In short, my belief in a greater force, a universe, spirit, energy — all leaves me with a foundation on which i can place a formidable appreciation of every passing moment.
One can also take a more existential approach to the aforementioned and say nothing adds up to anything and the human mind is capable of constructing and proving (!) whatever arguments it needs at any given moment. This is the most rational approach to life and can be scientifically proven by the multitude of cognitive biases we all have. I recently was let go from a hold of a very significant job that would have left me with one of those payouts that makes you "set for life". Everything seemed to be going in my favor until the moment it definitively was not. Logically, I can accurately calculate why I wasn’t confirmed. But my soul craves some sort of mystical reasoning, and 9 times out of 10 I will settle for a "this wasn’t for you because you are destined for something else" as opposed to "this wasn’t for you because the numbers just didn’t add up". Cognitively, I notice exactly why I do this, yet time and time again I allow for my heart to err on the side of greater meaning.
In my experience, there is enough data of both to make the belief needle hover somewhere in the middle ground of rational thought and fairytale-quest land. I love having my finger in both pies and will enjoy each at separate times. Hell, I may even have one in the morning like a cold slice of pizza. Even though I understand putting my trust in signs relieves much of the responsibility of being completely accountable for one’s actions, I make sure to try my best with every challenge I am met with so as to rule out lack of effort or determination. This is the only way I can rationalize the "signs" I see and the calling of my heart that I hear. So maybe I am a conspicuous mystic, but I am one that actively tries to utilize all of his resources to their ultimate extent. I’m wondrous, but i’m not lazy. You can even confirm with my giraffe spirit animal.