Today I discovered a word that describes perfectly how I feel about my relationship to the universe these days; it's pronoia, the opposite of paranoia. I don't feel that the world is not out to get me, but rather the opposite. The world wants to give me every kind of love and support.
But maybe it's not that the universe is actively trying to help me, but that I've learned to work with its nature rather than against it. It's like I know better which levers activate which effects, which feels like the universe is more consistent in rewarding me. It's the same effect, I just choose to ascribe a logical mechanic to it's cause, rather than a purely magical or religious one.
Who knows?
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