We forget how simple everything is. That meaning exists only in our own minds where we create it. There is no meaning out "there." No beauty, no truth. Only what is. Neither the miniskirt nor what it hides has a meaning. Neither the wallet nor what it secures has importance. Which leaves something more important than meaning: CHOICE. Choice in what we do, how we respond to everything, either with violence or love. With criticism or respect. With silence or action.
Be well, Pablo, my friend.