Do we live in a word that is meaningful and makes sense?

Sometimes, I’d like to believe so and sometimes I would like to believe it is not. I personally think that we make things happen for a reason, but when we throw faith and caution to the wind and let life take the reigns that’s what happens.
I believe things are connected but not in the “Everything is the same, even if it’s different.” Way. That’s just a little silly to me, considering it defies everything I’ve been told since a young age. People tell you, no that’s not a table, that’s a basketball. Not, oh yeah, that tables a ball. Cool right? No no no no no. Wrong wrong wrong. A ball is not a table, but a cup is a bowl. Do not let any one tell you otherwise. It’s just a little wide. Some people get a little frustrating when it comes to beliefs like this, because sometimes I do indeed feel extreme about my views on things like this. I think we all do. But in certain connections, those little ones, you can’t say that there is no connection at all. What do you call a coincident then? Or true love?
Certain thing I guess can’t be connected though. Like things that never witness each other, like a chimpanzee and a pine tree. But they are both living, so there is a connection there. You can always connect things, but things can’t connect themselves with out knowing about them, like we can’t connect our selves with Martians because WE DON’T KNOW IF THEY ARE REAL! Fun right? I think that’s why existentialism is confusing, because in my mind I keep running myself in circles about my thoughts and feelings. In any sense though it’s how we look at it though. Believe what makes you happy.