There’s a timeless story trope where the hero is wandering the streets, lost in worry or despair, when the universe sends a sign. His gaze lands on a mother bird feeding her chicks, or a neon cross in a tattoo parlor window, breaking him out of his daze and awakening him to a path he didn’t see.
I’m not sure whether the universe does that kind of thing on purpose. But I think we’ve all experienced similar poetic signals, and we’re affected by them whether they’re ultimately haphazard, or somehow authored for us.
On a rainy Tuesday, just when your world is feeling small and lonely, someone texts you out of the blue, reminding you that you already have a lot of wonderful people in your life, if you care to reach out to them.
You’re procrastinating on an important task by making a needless walk to the corner store. On the way, you pass a box of free books, and sitting on top is a copy of Hamlet. A distant church bell tolls.
You’re thinking in circles about whether to relocate for a new job, when the driver behind you honks. You look up and the light is green. “Go already!” he shouts.
I don’t think we should try to explain these signals. You don’t have to work into your belief system some way that the universe can summon a baby rabbit into your presence just when you need to contemplate the preciousness of life.
Instead, you can just recognize that signals do happen, and that they do matter. The “signal from the universe” is currency in film and literature because sudden strokes of meaning happen to everyone. They punch through our belief systems, grabbing us by the lapels and showing us something we need to see.
The reason signals work is that they pull you out of your thinking, and the thinking mind can be a small and oppressive place. Our thought patterns are well-trodden territory, so the mind tends to lead itself in circles. I think that’s where we get the trope about the preoccupied hero leaving his apartment to wander the dreary streets. Something in you knows when you need to change the scenery. That thing is hoping you see something that jars you out of rumination.
The signal jars the mind with such force that the current train of thought derails, allowing a new idea to take over and start a train headed elsewhere. The neon cross glowing at you just when you’re feeling lost and forsaken. The baby bird appearing just when you’re feeling mean.
This is why it doesn’t work to demand a signal. Signals have to come from the world, from outside the mind, so you can’t wish them into existence. But you can be open to them, and when you’re open to them, more of them reach you.
If you’re open to the signal, you might find the world is constantly trying to show you things. Patient trees subsuming chain-link fences. Industrious squirrels preparing for winter’s wrath one acorn at a time. Graffiti speaking wise words or cryptic warnings.
Make of these images what you will. The universe does seem to have a lot to say, whether or not it’s doing it on purpose.
Being open to the signal is just a matter of looking out into the world more, especially when the mind feels tight. Look out at the wealth of detail in the world around you, and see what’s looking back. You will be shown words, emblems, signs, animals, talkative strangers, and discarded objects.
When you see them, they’re already staring right at you. Doors. Arrows. Songs. Your own name. Conspicuous rays of light. Ominous and welcoming sights.
Sometimes they’re shouting at you, even physically colliding with you. Other times they’re waiting in a shaded corner for some keen eyes to land on them.
Being open to the signal only means looking out into the world as a habit, just to see what’s there outside the mind. Of course, the time we most need to be shown something is when we’re completely preoccupied and inward-looking.
Openness is not a state of signal-hunting, or divination. You certainly don’t want to assume everything is a sign. What does this broken doorknob mean? Is this lamp post my father, finally telling me not to go to law school?
Signals come to you. They jump in front of your eyes and attach automatically to meaning. No wondering or divination is needed.
Some of what strikes you seem to be clear hints, ideas, or guidance. Some just suggest a certain mood or tonal shift. Some are just funny. I’m furrowing my brow about some serious thing when my cat gets a Post-it note stuck to her foot, panics, and bolts out the door like a cartoon character. The wind picks up, thunder rumbles, and discarded Burger King crown rolls up to my feet.
Sometimes signals are vague or absurd. Other times it’s undeniable that a billboard has the perfect advice for you, or that a belligerent seagull is rightfully calling you out. No matter how you think it all works, the universe sometimes has something to clear to tell you.
You need to apologize.
Life is long and your problem is small.
The time to make the dream happen has arrived.
If important signs sometimes strike us, that must mean they sometimes miss us. Be open to the signal.
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When are you going to make it happen?
You already know this, but here’s a few reminders about how the human mind works:
- You have big aspirations that are deeply important to you.
- You believe you will do them later, not now.
- Later never arrives, because life only happens now.
When you forget this, you put off what’s most important to you, and you just get older.
If you really do want to write your book, make that career change, finish the renovations, learn the piano — it has to happen now.
Otherwise life’s default activities will crowd it all out:

Twice a year I run a program to help people pull off a major personal victory. Now. For real.
It’s called One Big Win. You choose a personal goal, and make it happen in small, easy pieces called Blocks.
The course is designed to break down any goal in such a way that:
- The next step is always clear
- That next step is always pretty small
Because we work in small, manageable pieces, you don’t need to clear your schedule or wait for a better time. You can make great things happen now.
A new One Big Win cohort is now open for registration.
To sign up, or learn more, go here:
Once you join OBW, you’ll be invited back to do another Big Win every time we do a new group cohort. You can also repeat the program on your own, any time you like, for as many goals as you like.
(OBW alumni reading this: you’ll receive an email in the coming days about joining this new cohort. Start thinking about your next project now.)
Further reading:
The Best Things in Life Don’t Make Themselves Happen
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I'm David, and Raptitude is a blog about getting better at being human -- things we can do to improve our lives today.
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Been with you for years, but awww David, this post was one of the very best! You perfectly pointed the way to the way the world points the way. Thank you!
I concur with Skip. One of the best post of yours ever IMO.
Thanks guys
You have have such an insight on what it means to be human. For me the signals are not subtle, they are like sledgehammers of redirection. Great article David. l always appreciate your insight
They do have a way of rocking you right off the track, which is why you don’t really need to search, or define for meaning in them. The meaning hits you because the mind is already ready. It just needs to unhook from the current track and it will latch onto a new one like a magnet.
“The reason signals work is that they pull you out of your thinking, and the thinking mind can be a small and oppressive place.”
Yes – This…I never considered anxious, repetitive thinking as oppressive. But, sometimes that’s exactly what is happening.
Well written David. You have the gift of wordsmithing life’s behind the scenes, small details into a more visible sense of appreciation – Thank you.
The mind just doesn’t let you leave a particular cycle of thought sometimes. It’s like a sumo wrestler sitting on you.
Mostly fair and valid points… i agree for the most part. But one thing i would add, which i said to a fellow Westerner foreigner here in Cambodia last-night, is this : everything sounds better when expressed as an OPINION (e.g. ‘in my view’ or ‘in my opinion’ or ‘i believe that’ or whatever). Because the fact is… that none of us, really has a clue about anything in life. And i include myself on that list. Hence, there are thousands of religions and thousands of ideologies and philosophies as people seek meaning, as their age wears on and life runs out. But nobody really knows, do they..? So i would always recommend expressing views and opinions… rather than claiming to know or claiming ‘this is how it is’ or whatever. I also see plenty of signals in life but i honestly struggle to make sense or understanding it… it’s very much a work in progress and probably always will be. Probably. But i don’t know and don’t claim to know. And i’m always likely to change my mind throughout my life. Probably.
But as we age, we get desperate and frantic and cling to whatever we can… it seems. Which is why here in Phnom Penh : there is a MASSIVE number of male gringo retirees who settle down here for the long term… seeking, in addition to sex and hedonism… meaning to their existences. In addition to buying sex, these dudes buy glamorous motorbikes and cruise around like teenagers, it’s crazy. I am just here for a two month vacation and it’s been enlightening – i recommend it to anyone… male or female, there is plenty for everyone to discover. Just be prepared for super hot afternoons – so plan your walking and sun basking for the early mornings and evenings..!!! And find a cozy cafe with outdoor seating on a nice patio – to spend your early/mid-afternoons… (* in my opinion – of course).
I basically agree but if you listen to speech or read writing of almost any sort, it is loaded with truth claims that are not flagged with tedious qualifiers like “in my opinion” or “I think that,” because as you say none of us really knows anything but we have a lot of thoughts. Sometimes those qualifiers make the claims more convincing, sometimes less. Either way, you already know you’re only hearing someone’s thoughts about what’s true.
I strongly disagree with the suggestion to put “In my view” before everything. It’s tedious and ruins the structure of a lot of good sentences.
It’s also redundant. Unless I’m a doctor talking about medicine, or an accountant talking about tax strategies or whatever, if I state something… what else could it be, other than my opinion?
But most importantly: it shows a lack of faith in the reader. We as readers have agency. We should not be blindly accepting everything we read as truth unless the author says “just my opinion”. I want the writer to trust me to weigh his opinion against others I’ve read and come to my own conclusions. Being given explicit permission not to agree with them is condescending.
(you are actually right that a lot of readers seem to need to be given explicit permission to disagree with the writer, but I see that as a really troubling trend, not something to enable)
(incidentally, when I said “you are actually right” was it clear that that was my opinion, even though i didn’t explicitly say so? if not, what did you think my statement was, other than just my opinion?)
Lastly I’m pretty sure my tone here is coming across as harsh but I’m not sure what to change to soften it – the harshness is directed towards the trend in writing to qualify everything, not directed at you, although I do hope to change your mind on whether it’s good for writers to add a lot of disclaimers
“The thinking mind can be a small and oppressive place.”
A great observation, and one I’ve been battling with since starting to follow Stoicism the past couple years. My mind is easily busy and distracted, and Stoicism has been helping me with mindfulness and being present in that which only I can control. I’m sure I am missing a lot of signals, because I often do not pause, breathe and reflect on the moment, issue, situation I’m in. I just act.
I enjoy your posts, and have been learning a lot. Thank you.
One of my hacks for not getting too upset about travel disruptions is to think, “maybe I am somebody’s sign, and that’s why I had to leave later, or by a different route”.
The tram broke down and everyone had to get off and wait for the next one, because on the NEXT one, is a guy who needed to see me – maybe I look a lot like his sister, or a badge on my backpack is weirdly relevant to his life situation, or whatever.
[not developed into a full cosmology or anything, just a thought that takes the sting out]