And also what I didn't believe in.
I don't know where I will end up and more horrifyingly I know that anytime anyone can end up. The most beautiful and most horrible thing about life is uncertainty. That future is completely untold. The perspective and proclivity of people make it intriguing or torturous; so unpredictable, yet so certain. It will end.
Some time back I read something. The premise of the read is not important. What I end up thinking was, and matter of fact I don’t even know was that exactly the author wanted me to think. But I ended up seeing probability in a very different light.
Now, I am not seeing probability as the chance in an absolute way. I realise, it is more of a chance in timing. The event will occur, it has to occur. If we take the sample to infinity the outcome is definitive. What had ever happened in history would have happened. Everything was set so precariously balanced and yet if it had been altered in the past; it would have ended up like this only, because of this prodigious expanse of time. We cannot alter an iota of outcome in the longer run of time. But then the best part of life. We don’t know what it is going to be. The “Uncertainty” gives pleasure here.
I may sound, in the lines above, as a pessimist running away from life. But it is totally the reverse. For if looked upon with different colour glasses, the theory gets a whole different hue to it.
You know it is going to end, and will end up when the time comes and exactly the way it is destined. But you don’t know what the end is or when it is going to end, no absolute measures are there. Think this and then think what is there to fear to try out something new and have a better ending; an ending you may want; an ending that you think you deserve.
“It is my hands that sculpted thee
My enshrouded, mighty destiny”
-Remember
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