A couple days ago I was wearing a shirt with a big "P" on it. I was walking back to my building and as I was passing an old man with a cane, he stopped and pointed at my shirt and asked, "P?"

I stopped and shrugged, not knowing how to explain the shirt. He said, "It's a mystery...life is a complete mystery." I smiled and said, "Yes." He nodded and kept walking.

He is old, and I think beginning to lose his mind...I could hear it in the tone of his voice. I go in and out of thinking life is a complete mystery, but in that moment I completely trusted him. Life is a mystery? Ok, that's fine.