"Cause its a bitter sweet symphony that's life"
These lines come back to me, probably in retrospect. Or because I am still clinging to a non existent past. I call it non existent because it has since melted away into nothingness. Or probably, in relation with a distant future, which again might not exist. You see its all relative. This or that, yin or yang.
Thats what life or destiny is- an endless spectrum of possibilities. If we assume Quantam Physics to hold true, which in itself is highly probable, life is but a matter of chance. And even with this measely statement I can feel scorn of the distinguished crowd who feel the need to write(right) their destinies. But I will request them to keep the focus, cuz I am not done. Words can often be misleading esp when I am weaving them.
Chance is but a choice, choices that we constantly face. Every wrong choice turns into a wasted chance and as you would doubtlessly acknowledge, this brand is easier to come by and harder to get over. Dumbledore(or JKR) over simplifies things when he(she) tells us people just have to chose between whats right and whats easy. But alas, things dont work that way. Some personality (I dont remember who) has been quoted as saying, you dont get experience until after you need it, they probably got it right. But then, not even experience is impeccable, as no two situations are the same. And of course, more often than not, it is impossible to know the direction of thinking is impeccable or not. I mean to be really rational in thinking, you have to consider whether you are being irrational, so you will definitely never chose what is evidently rational. But if you are being irrational in thought, the thought of irrationality will not cross your head and you will believe yourself to be rational, resulting into a solution born out of the irrational thinking. So yes, basically the thought procedure is faulty. Thats why high value is placed in being instinctive.
Instinct is another modern day illusion. Unnecessary credit is placed where credit isnt due. The procedure of instinct is simple, it randomly selects a part of the problem and finds the part of the solution for that part of the problem and the rest of the solution is supposed to fit in the rest of the problem. This is achieved by either being lucky at the dice, or as in most cases of people qualified as "instinctive", sharp brain ends and huge storage of data, so that they are not aware of the thought procedure which went inside like a flash, which in itself is a distinguished quality deserving more credit than "instinctiveness". So instinctiveness also fails with your knowledge, so basically nothing is fullproof. Its all a matter of choice, and you can probably see by now choice is but a chance. This or that, yin or yang. Something that you can not figure out beforehand, predict maybe, figure out never.
Hard work and tenacity will only get you so far, in the end lady luck decides. Dont believe me, (I couldnt care less), but well for the benefit of friends here is one example. Dice rolled and Bill Gates was born in US of A and not Ivory Coast (or perhaps some even smaller, unknown part of Africa). But what if Bill Gates were born in the Ivory Coast, than could he have gone on to be richest in the world? What would have happened to the computer world? (And please dont tell me Steve Jobs would have gone on to take the coveted no.1, I am sufficiently aware of Gates-Jobs rivalry) His destiny in some part was decided for him by choice of his birth, which in fact would have been something huge had it gone otherwise, and something in which he didnt have a say! Its always a endless spectrum of possibilities.
So I agree with The Verve its a bitter sweet symphony... do you still wonder why? Havent I made myself clear. As much as you would like being in control it is not something you can necessarily achieve. It is perhaps something similar to the endless pursuit of perfection.
A thought may stray across your head, bitter-sweet is alright but symphony? and I answer, of course. Isnt life a cycle of miraculous occurences, troughs and crests and with beauty strewn around. A journey, both happy and sad.
"There is nothing you can say that cant be sung"
And of course life rocks and so does music!!!
