Everything is symbolic to me. This morning, I comforted the cat at home with my left hand - something I felt -  wondering if an hour could pass with me only doing that.

Then, I found myself sitting to read this so called neuro-psychoanalysis book I'd been very into. Here's what I found :

"If you sit with her for an hour, you'll find all sorts of strange ideas about her left hand and it's connection to the dog, the cat and to her son"

- In The Mind Fields by C.Schwartzs

To the stranger eye, this would seem like a coincidence. But I've came across events like this, enough times, for them to be a part of my reality, if not everyone else's. 

I'd think of a word - and fixate on it for a moment - and it'll appear somewhere during the day in a meaningful way.

One such incident, I was assembling some products into a shelf and came across a feminine name. I was fixated on it for a moment, as if it meant something, but I didn't know.

In Freudian terms, you can somewhat compare this fixation to der trieb, a drive without an aim.

Hours later, the same name manifested itself into a person who played a meaningful role for the day.

I can go on, and it'll make less and less sense.