Sunday Musing

The Price of Privilege Each person faces their challenges, and many find them daunting.   The greater ones are compartmentalized in hopes they might somehow be resolved.   Sometimes, a greater challenge is dealt with by omission.    Occasionally, our unaddressed problems become opportunities for others.   In the hands of others, they become provocations, even ultimatums. When one does not rise to a challenge, something is surrendered.   When this happens enough, the only challenge becomes survival.   Survival is a confrontation with life, and courage comes readily when it is too late.

The Trap of Life We all know how it ends, and we live with that.   The only true certainty of life is the one thing no one never needs to worry about doing.   It just happens.   Yet, we never seem to take much comfort in knowing that even if we completely screw up and forget about it, it will take care of itself.   Such  a waste of respite in a world that offers very little.

Knowing Not To Déjà vu is dangerous.   Haunting echoes of a past that may not be, feelings that arise like ghosts.   Better to lounge in the lap of heedless neglect, immune from strange sensation. To forget is a chance to escape, to be free of the bonds of life before, life believed, life perceived.   Living in the moment is a flash of ebullience.   And consequences?   Fuhgeddaboutit!

The Soothing Uncertainty What is going to happen next?   We face this all the time, even for things that are as certain as the sunrise.   And we resign ourselves to not knowing, and therefore not caring.   It eases the anxious mind and allows us a few more moments of calm.   Why? Random things may be good things, too.   We hope for those, and without randomness our hope fades into a certain decline.   Our bet on the future rides on hope, and we cannot afford to lose our ride forward

Imagine that you knew everything, an infinity of knowledge beyond comprehension.  However, you never knew exactly what you needed to know exactly when you needed to know it.  You would be omnisciently retardative.   On the other hand, what if you knew nothing, a void of understanding, a paragon of cluelessness?  However, you always knew exactly what you needed to know just at the very instant you needed to know it. Knowledge without purpose is noise.  Actionable knowledge is invaluable.  We learn so much that we will never act upon most of it.  Why?  Just in case.