The Utter Randomness Of Things
“It's all about me.”
That's how most of us live our lives if we are being honest with ourselves.
And all of those times that we look at others and consider them selfish, well, there is likely to be an element of truth in such a judgement.
We should probably remember this more often.
Because most of us act as if the world really does revolve around us. We have that thing called ego to blame for it. And even if we know that we shouldn't, we can't help but want to believe in fate and things happening for a reason. Patterns and purpose in life feel good.
And we all think that we are more important than we actually are. That job, the house and car, yes, of course we earned them and deserve them.
Reality is often hard to take, I think.
The reality that our lives are actually, mostly shaped by chance. Chance and luck. Of course, there is the luck of birth, the luck that allows some a life of privilege and others very little. But there is also random luck, be it good luck or bad, that dictates all of our lives.
It may be a sliding door moment to some, the choice between left or right, that allows someone, you or I, to gain or to lose.
To eat or be hungry.
To live or to die.
So when we find ourselves surrounded by selfish people, as we all do at times, and feel hurt or rejected or just simply unloved by their words and actions, then what we are feeling is probably true.
They probably are selfish.
They probably are not thinking of me or doing the right thing by you.
Because they are human and we are all varying degrees of the same thing. Every single one of us is looking for patterns in life and trying to justify our own existence.
Yet ultimately all, whether we like it or not, are controlled by the utter randomness of things.
