I'm just a chip in the plinko game...
... and I hope that Bob Barker has a good prize for me.
I guess I'm having a moderately existential morning. The beyooootiful autumn weather (I haven't run the air conditioner in nearly two weeks, which=winter here) combined with the fact that it's F.F.Friday probably tend to bring it out. As soon as a cool breeze whips through my hair, that part of my brain responsible for generating Deep Thoughts wakes from its hibernation.
Do you ever feel like you're just a tiny object being freely tossed about, pushed and pulled, predetermined to experience whatever the universe has in store for you and the force of that metaphysical gravity is something you can't really fight for very long, even if you wanted to? Life looks like a vast labyrinth of possibilities when viewed from inside it, but just like a great big plinko board, the pattern of apparent chaos and chance reveals itself only when viewed from above the Plexiglass.
Sometimes I really need to get out of the maze and back at Bob Barker's side. Only from a safe distance can anything truly make sense. Patterns emerge. Obstacles become obvious. Dead ends that offer no chance at the good stuff behind Door Number Three and will only send you home empty-handed can be anticipated. The path of the past, which seems so circuitous and winding and random when you've only just emerged from it, becomes clear from the outside. The route that we little ball-bearings will take in the future is not yet determined, but gravity and the placement of various shit off which to bounce will take care of that for us, whether we like it or not.
If you could have a bird's eye view of the labyrinthine game board that is your life, what do you think you'd see?
I guess I'm having a moderately existential morning. The beyooootiful autumn weather (I haven't run the air conditioner in nearly two weeks, which=winter here) combined with the fact that it's F.F.Friday probably tend to bring it out. As soon as a cool breeze whips through my hair, that part of my brain responsible for generating Deep Thoughts wakes from its hibernation.
Do you ever feel like you're just a tiny object being freely tossed about, pushed and pulled, predetermined to experience whatever the universe has in store for you and the force of that metaphysical gravity is something you can't really fight for very long, even if you wanted to? Life looks like a vast labyrinth of possibilities when viewed from inside it, but just like a great big plinko board, the pattern of apparent chaos and chance reveals itself only when viewed from above the Plexiglass.
Sometimes I really need to get out of the maze and back at Bob Barker's side. Only from a safe distance can anything truly make sense. Patterns emerge. Obstacles become obvious. Dead ends that offer no chance at the good stuff behind Door Number Three and will only send you home empty-handed can be anticipated. The path of the past, which seems so circuitous and winding and random when you've only just emerged from it, becomes clear from the outside. The route that we little ball-bearings will take in the future is not yet determined, but gravity and the placement of various shit off which to bounce will take care of that for us, whether we like it or not.
If you could have a bird's eye view of the labyrinthine game board that is your life, what do you think you'd see?