A Change in Tone

Unforeseen circumstances have just about proved my theory of life that if something bad (which, in general, we label as shit, which is not necessarily a bad thing) happens, it is bound to happen again.  And again.  And again.  In relation to this, I remember labeling mishap as a phenomenon that happens 'again and again and again and again', and it seems that the new semester has brought about new beginnings, some endings, and many mishaps in between that just about prove many sadists, masochists, and pessimists around, right.

Life is a rollercoaster, where you are not necessarily seated and where safety is of uttermost least concern.  Furthermore, it blindfolds you, and you are dragged through realms of darkness where obstructions in your rollercoaster's path may just about spell doom or leave you headless (and you live the last 20 seconds of your life without the feeling of your limbs, though I'm not too sure which part - head or body - is the real you anymore).  This, at least, is my pessimistic view on the description of life itself, although I have many more years to live and much more responsibilities to hold on to.

We live in a world of people of many varieties.  Blame it on genetics, blame it on cultural and religious upbringing, blame it on environmental influences - blame any more factors and we can just about blame everything.  We 'corrode' as we grow up.  Our entropy builds up over time, we garner new knowledge and experiences, although we do not necessarily throw away our old influences.  In the end, we produce... you, at least during that timeframe, not forgetting within any second, any particular characteristic of you can just randomly or influentially change.  And imagining how huge and immensely sophisticated we can be in the subatomic point of view, it is all but impossible that we all, statistically, are different.

Through the disorder and all comes fate, a thing statistics spells as 'luck' and what religion teaches as destiny.  We are fated to meet many other people, people similar (somewhat even with the countless possibilities) and different (which is definite) from us.  We are fated to interact, mingle, and associate ourselves with them.  We are fated to have the ability to think and feel, the subjective reactions that even science does not explain in its very fundamental level.  And through these complex interactions, comes the outcomes that either promote positive cognition, emotions and behaviour, or the complete opposite.

For my case, it would be mostly negative.  It is sad to say that it takes 18 years and significant months and days for me to realise that.  Most of the components of this world have come to be a physical, mental and spiritual burden rather than being the opposite.  This is indeed a good indicator that the world has come to a significant increase in entropy, and if not, at least my world.  The reasons behind are not scientific, but is of simplicity at layman level, which this blog post has not actually been portraying, but I believe becomes simpler and clearer as paragraphs go by.

Here and then comes the simply-general term 'problem' that should come in its plural form if not for this sentence's grammatical framework and my personal preference (although, ironically, I prefer its plural form in place instead).  These problems - I would imply for now directly upon those in matter the associated individuals in our lives - scientifically make us more disorganised, artistically beautify our invisible (and sometimes visible) aspects or add on to aesthetic values in life, and in layman's terms, just make us feel like crap.  Any Tom, Dick or Harry can just about tell that problems are a normal component of life, but no one, even the most brilliant of philosophers of the old times to the revolutionary thinkers of the present, can ever predict when, or how frequent, it hits.  But if experiments were ever made, and analysis was done upon individuals like me and a few specific others, results would be rather depressing.

This comes with no scientific, artistic, or layman-specific explanation.  Thus, the term, shit happens.  And I should add on to this rather unpleasant saying: shit happens, all the time.  For all you know, one problem after another comes in an almost continuous cycle that hardly gives you ample time to catch a breath and inhale joy for just a little bit.  One problem after another leaves you scars that amplify the injury caused upon another outbreak (which is to be followed by another).  In the end, it can only be amazing how we can adapt to so many, although definitely the damage done can never be incorporated into economic and scientific calculations nor estimations.  This, to me, can now be an even more important component of evolutionary biology that researchers should focus on, rather than analysis on generation-by-generation adaptations that can only be a summation of the eventual entropy increase without distinctively identifying the actual causes within the smallest scale of all these incidents, whether they be beneficial (which this blog post deems as extremely rare) or problematic, just like this blog post.  This is, of course, provided we have the technology to do so.  Unfortunately, we just don't.

So, we come to an abrupt conclusion.  Of all the nonsensical phrases and sentences you had to pull through to come to this finalising statements (or you just had to skip to see what the end of this post brings), the message here is simple.  Everyone has their personal problems, and it is not limited to just issues with other individuals, friends or foes, that we interact with in life; it can just about be caused by anything.  We grow out of it.  We become stronger in some ways, but we become weaker in many (more) other ways.  And as science would explain it, we are being destroyed over time.  And somewhat, this semester seems to contain many catalysts behind the scenes that speed up such destruction in all sorts of ways, ways that are too subjective and too personal to discuss.  After all, this post is not a post of pointless rants (which has become, unfortunately, a norm these days), or a post to vent out emotions, or a post to record 'memorable' experiences in life that serves to be a sharing for many others to evaluate or judge by their very own selves.

This post is a post of a simple reminder, ironic of all the complications that have come just to insert a simple reminder.  It's just this:

Don't ever be a problem.

Shit already happens all the time, and most of us, including me, have had just about enough to let another dropping stain our tainted shirts.