Finding our way
Most organisms find their way by chance.
The chance sighting of some food, the chance of pheromones entering the sense organs, the chance of rain for germination, the chance of flying before dying. Even the chance on which we are all born form the genes of our parents.
Humans, on the other hand, believe they can remove chance from their existence. Prediction, possibilities, forecasting, future analysis, investment, prognosis; all suggest we can, in some way, know what is coming.
And when we fail we are surprised, shocked, disappointed, even offended by the ignorance of those who could not see the future.
Then we reflect. Where did we go wrong? What can we learn? What do we need to change? What might have been?
There is the lesson. We stand on the path and that’s as far as we can see ahead of us. We can look back and see how we got here. That is a fact. What lies ahead is chance.
Throw the dice now. Tomorrow the result will be different. Walk the path but never be sure of where you will end up. Take the surprise as a gift. That’s all we can do.
I went to a wake last week. A work colleague. He's from the US. He had died some 2 weeks earlier.
I met his mother. She seemed happy that I was there in spite of her not knowing who I was.
She shared with me her reason for Being in Australias. It was purely to attend her son's funeral and sort out his belongings.
"I was happily living my life and this happened", she said. "It interrupted my life and I had to put in on hold".
"Isn't this your life? " I enquired.
She looked at me intently, then said: "I suppose it is. Yes, it is my life, isn't it" and shook my hand softly.
Our life isn't a book written.
If t were compared to a book, who would want to know what was on the next page or chapter before it was reached. And would we tear out the pages we didn't like? Or not finish it because it was too 'real'?
All our lives finish in the same way. Death. It's probably a good idea to live each chapter as it comes.