Life as a Series of Booboos

I am told that the two hardest test in life are: the patience to wait for the right moment; the courage to make the wrong moments right.

In either case, however, whichever choices we make, in the end, life will still be nothing but a series of mistakes, errors, blunders, and booboos. Indeed, it is all about being wrong again and again! We are all victims, not the masters of accident called life. There is chaos in order. There is order in chaos. Simple systems give rise to complex behavior. Complex systems give rise to simple behavior.

With success in life comes failure and eventually death. With failure in life comes success and eventually death. Both success and failure equally disastrous. In either case, however, it is difficult to say which of us have not been fucked as the rest of us. No matter who we are or where we live and work.

I ask: how can any of us be hopeful for a better future where, no matter what we do or don’t do, our lives are bound up in constant repair. We are endlessly mending and patching and adjusting. Our leaders are endlessly praying, lamenting, apologizing, and promising. In the meantime, there is no escape. Each unfolding reality for each and every one of us contains the seed of its own destruction and the embryo of a new reality that will replace it?

In the meantime, something tells me, that in the long run the power of eternal love is actually based on nothing but a lot of temporary bullshit. For my part, I would rather attach value not to the power of love, but on the power of thought. There is nothing quite like it in all of nature. Poch Suzara