You wake up with no plan for the whole day. Maybe you just plan on watching that one football game. Or, just
meet your mates or attend that one church service and sort of, figure it out as you go. You probably chill after
that one plan or you grab your favourite beer and daydream as you kill time. Well, if you’re not as lazy you could
do something productive but, regardless of what you do, you quite never anticipate anything going so wrong.
But then, the fuckening. The phone rings. You are expecting that playful or calm voice on the other end of the line but,
you hear sirens in the background and a professionally trained voice asking you to help identify a body. Car owners or
regular drivers will attest to the fact that it’s usually just before of after getting paid that you start hearing
expensive noises from under the hood. That aside, you are probably waiting for the steak to cook in the oven when
the expensive new phone slips and hits the floor face down. Or, you are just walking down the road, almost home when the
plastic bag you’ve carried the whole journey back home gives in and the mayonaise is all over the tarmac. In your head you can
almost hear them devils mocking you with ‘who is having the salad now?’
Some could be life-bending and some just mood-altering but, regardless, they all highlight one thing – the randomness of
life. How a near-perfect day or moment can quickly turn bad and be something completely different. Someone could be walking
right in front of you this minute and, they are run over the next. You are finally hoping they will live and you can’t get over
talking to them just moments ago when you receive the news of their demise. You are minding your business and finally
warming up to the new track when bang, someone smashes into your car from the back. In a moment you go from trying to get to work
early to looking for the nearest police station. You can go from congratulating yourself for being enterprising to looking for
financing after a massive loss.
Human beings are pattern-seeking beings and in most of these cases, the temptation to try and find an explanation for such r
random occurences is very high. You could think you should have used another road. You can think you could have just delayed a bit.
You could think you should shave bought the one in a plastic container. I mean, you could make up alternatives in your head but, there
would be no guarantee of any of them resulting in a different outcome.
I mean, for many huge accidents or incidents, the tempation is to think it’s karma, curses, bad luck, witchcraft and, sometimes,
punishment. In some Christian circles, they can start asking you if you are tithing consistently. Without dismissing the exisitence or
reality of the spiritual world, it seems convenient to attribute all the bad to it. Here is a question I always ask myself – Why would
someone else be so invested in my ruin to the extent that they are always plotting it? Does it not border on pride to think of oneself
so important that an entire clan does nothing else besides trying to harm your children? How many times have you won before> If you have,
why should you keep winning and never lose?
It’s a random rant but, my point is, maybe sometimes it’s just an accident and that’s that. Why must there always be an explanation?
Well, sometimes we are even careless ourselves. Sometimes we are not but, life happens anyways. I think it’s easy to try and find
an explanation but, I have learnt to just take some Ls as Ls. Nothing too deep. Maybe nothing is fighting you. It’s just the randomness
of life. Maybe noone is even testing you.