Some perspective please...
*grins*
You know that feeling when you sit down to do something meaningful finally and just at that moment get completely overpowered by this insane urge to do something starkly opposite and meaningless and and can only resign yourself to grins and helpless laughter betraying both the amusement and exasperation that you experience as you give in to that urge?
Well, once you figure that out, it will explain the big grin there up top.
Anyhow, I'm having one of those nights, full of perspectives and innate reflections, analyzing the world around us, as it is, as it has been, and as it ever will be. How important a role does chance play upon our lives, or luck as we call it. Today, I spent the better part of the day lying around in perfect comfort and nothing came of it. When Newton does it, he gets to discover gravity. How unfair is that. I recall the oft repeated sms joke that invariably used to be circulated the eve before the physics exam in school with people wishing a coconut and not an apple had landed square on his head instead. The crux of it is, how important it is to be at the right place at the right time even while idling aimlessly.
Critics would point out that hard work and perseverance is what prevails at the end, and Newton, for all his luck was still the only chappie who went about working out the gravity theorems while better men and women in his place would have just nursed their swollen head, devoured the apple, and turned over to finish off their siesta without a care in the world about gravity (or as it would have been called then, "the thing that sucks"). True, but still that is a matter of perspective. I could argue that if enough people keep getting hit on their heads with apples, especially a physicist, it was bound to crop up one way or another so Newton was, for all intents and purposes, still very lucky. Who is to say who's right?
Ah! That leads us to the little matter of perspective that governs various aspects of our lives, especially the ones people use to judge us by. How we perceive actions and consequences? To most, Michelangelo was a genius, and rightfully so. To some however he was just an overgrown kid who went nuts with a box of crayons. Who is to say who is right?
We remain stoutly steadfast with our views and opinions of right and wrong while maintaining how "open-minded" we all are. Coming back to Newton, a crowd favorite tonight, had his family steadfastly protested against his constant state of laziness, would he have discovered gravity? I don't think so. Is there a lesson there about how not to trivialize or discourage even the most seemingly aimless or useless of activities and intents, I'm sure there is but that lesson has yet to be learnt. Not everyone's a Newton the same critics that bleated before shall raise their heads once more. But again, I wave the perspective clause in their faces. You think not, I think so. Who is to say who's right?
So, am I twisting facts into fiction to suit my purposes. I may be, but there again, an "open-minded" person would point out how anything is possible. Sadly, we live in a world where open mindedness is worshiped, and yet practiced only to suit our own purposes. If you haven't spotted the irony there, I beg you give it another shot. In an ideal world a grown up could fly a kite all day without question, sleep under a tree and not be called useless, travel around the world without a job for years and be called an explorer and not a worthless hippie, write stories, invent their own words, and stage plays that appear completely crazy and over the top and yet be treasured and not be called a clown. A world where we can be what we want to be, do what we want to do. A world where luck does not matter, but just the right perspectives. But, who is to say who's right?
You know that feeling when you sit down to do something meaningful finally and just at that moment get completely overpowered by this insane urge to do something starkly opposite and meaningless and and can only resign yourself to grins and helpless laughter betraying both the amusement and exasperation that you experience as you give in to that urge?
Well, once you figure that out, it will explain the big grin there up top.
Anyhow, I'm having one of those nights, full of perspectives and innate reflections, analyzing the world around us, as it is, as it has been, and as it ever will be. How important a role does chance play upon our lives, or luck as we call it. Today, I spent the better part of the day lying around in perfect comfort and nothing came of it. When Newton does it, he gets to discover gravity. How unfair is that. I recall the oft repeated sms joke that invariably used to be circulated the eve before the physics exam in school with people wishing a coconut and not an apple had landed square on his head instead. The crux of it is, how important it is to be at the right place at the right time even while idling aimlessly.
Critics would point out that hard work and perseverance is what prevails at the end, and Newton, for all his luck was still the only chappie who went about working out the gravity theorems while better men and women in his place would have just nursed their swollen head, devoured the apple, and turned over to finish off their siesta without a care in the world about gravity (or as it would have been called then, "the thing that sucks"). True, but still that is a matter of perspective. I could argue that if enough people keep getting hit on their heads with apples, especially a physicist, it was bound to crop up one way or another so Newton was, for all intents and purposes, still very lucky. Who is to say who's right?
Ah! That leads us to the little matter of perspective that governs various aspects of our lives, especially the ones people use to judge us by. How we perceive actions and consequences? To most, Michelangelo was a genius, and rightfully so. To some however he was just an overgrown kid who went nuts with a box of crayons. Who is to say who is right?
We remain stoutly steadfast with our views and opinions of right and wrong while maintaining how "open-minded" we all are. Coming back to Newton, a crowd favorite tonight, had his family steadfastly protested against his constant state of laziness, would he have discovered gravity? I don't think so. Is there a lesson there about how not to trivialize or discourage even the most seemingly aimless or useless of activities and intents, I'm sure there is but that lesson has yet to be learnt. Not everyone's a Newton the same critics that bleated before shall raise their heads once more. But again, I wave the perspective clause in their faces. You think not, I think so. Who is to say who's right?
So, am I twisting facts into fiction to suit my purposes. I may be, but there again, an "open-minded" person would point out how anything is possible. Sadly, we live in a world where open mindedness is worshiped, and yet practiced only to suit our own purposes. If you haven't spotted the irony there, I beg you give it another shot. In an ideal world a grown up could fly a kite all day without question, sleep under a tree and not be called useless, travel around the world without a job for years and be called an explorer and not a worthless hippie, write stories, invent their own words, and stage plays that appear completely crazy and over the top and yet be treasured and not be called a clown. A world where we can be what we want to be, do what we want to do. A world where luck does not matter, but just the right perspectives. But, who is to say who's right?
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