Are the happenings of life just a nonstop string of events that are not within our power to change? Let's whittle that question down just a bit and ask it again. Are our LIVES just full of random acts of either kindness or evil left to chance or is there a grander plan? We have all heard the theory that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, but the end result might just make us feel as though we drew the short straw. Most of us who live in the buckle of the Bible belt agree that there IS a God, so there certainly is an end game. We all agree that the world isn't flat, and that earth revolves around the sun, don't we? By the way, that is a mixture of both science and creation, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it naysayers. But until the last rolled up newspaper smacks the last angry house fly is there any possibility of making sense of our random filled lives?
Different perspectives make us process life in different ways. If a man is crossing the street and is hit by a car my wife would say something like "it was his destiny to get hit." I on the other hand would say, "maybe he didn't look both ways first." Although it could be pointed out that maybe we are both right and it was just his destiny to be careless. The point being that there are far more questions floating around the cosmos than there are answers. It is sewn into our human DNA to ask why. It starts when we are toddlers and doesn't ever stop until we are pushing up daises. Once we become adults, we don't stop asking ourselves the eternal questions about the universe, at that point we just don't ask them out loud. Those are conversations we save for ourselves during our commute to work. I'm just fine with the idea of talking to myself, I trust the answers.
Few of us take the time to think about it but we all do things that affect our futures. I'll probably have a cheeseburger for lunch today, that could affect my future. I work with an old man who smokes two packs of cigarettes per day, who knows if that is better or worse than cheeseburgers but at least it is low in fat. Do you suppose there is an algorithm for that, there might as well be because there is for everything else. Redd Foxx had a comedy bit about how one of his close friends was the victim of a tobacco related death. Evidently, he was run over by a tobacco truck. The truck ruined his perfectly pink lung. Do you think Phillip Morris would pay off on a lawsuit like that?
I have sprayed my lawn for weeds without wearing a mask, is that risky behavior? Is that more, less, or equal to the risk of evading the highway patrol at a high rate of speed? There is a warning label on the Roundup bottle that states that it could cause some kind of carcinoma. Yet the bottles still reside on the shelves at your favorite hardware store. This is to say that lawyers have not yet charged them enough to override their sales profit margin. Life is like pitching pennies, we only know what we know until we don't know it anymore. At that point fantasy just becomes reality by default.
Have you ever just thought about family members of the past? Those that lived their lives much like we have. They too tried to carve realities out of the cards they were delt. Their geological location and their financial standing varied. But they all strived to make the most with what they were blessed with. They too, at some point also had the fleeting thought, "why am I here, why was I born?" It's a sure bet that neither they, we, or future generations will ever solve that puzzle. Is it possible that the meaning of life is simply the pursuit of the meaning of life? Why was I conceived is the great and eternal question for which there is no answer. In that way it is a task that is never done like a dog that chases his own tail. Trying to make sense of that which is random is a full-time job in which there is no end. And I threw all of this at you like you didn't have anything better to think about today. Cheers!
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