I Challenge You to Challenge Me to Write

By speaking do I become more real? To often I feel like a phantom passing my days. The moments are passed and soon forgotten. What does it matter if I try to grasp these mists that to soon pass out of my hands. Thoughts, loved ones, precious moments, victories, pleasures, pains, and the steady hum of a million distractions.
Does it have any meaning ? Do I give it meaning by recording it and processing it or is their some sort of cosmic plan behind all of this waiting to to unfold?
Does every tiny thing have some hidden code and purpose or just a insignificant string of random events? Dance or Chance