THE RANDOMNESS OF LIFE

People talk about good and bad luck. Up one day and down another. We identify the fates as wielding a hard wind when things are not as we expect they should be. Luck, if we may say so is the name we place on randomness.  It matters not that we spend our thoughtful moments constructing a matrix where we are the center of some plan.  We are only people walking through a maze with a flashlight. Our best plans or our worst plans may meet with glory or disaster, not because we were cursed by gypsies or selected by the elite for some honour. Randomness may frighten us, but in fact it blesses us. We may seize opportunity recognizing it as that, even if it is not part of our plan. We may learn a lesson from some peculiar irony or pain exacted on us by no one, and punishing us for nothing.

The randomness of the world and our fortunes should be viewed as an exciting set of possibilities, sent to us, and used by us to build the strongest sails, sails that catch the wind of events and people. These appear and disappear for reasons we can only imagine. It is our welcoming, discernment, preparedness and hope that matter.

Randomness precludes luck. We are lucky if we embrace randomness, we are unlucky if we grip the wheel so tightly that it cannot adjust to a new course and correct to the true trajectory of change.

I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

"A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral."
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery