The North Star

Choices !!! Damn these exasperating endless sea of choices!
We go through them day in and day out. Its a choice to wake up . Its a choice to live.
Every moment of our ambiguous existence throws a handful of choices and becuase of this we live in perpetual doubt. The agony that flourishes under the shade of the multitude of decisions that we make.

Its always boils down to the cause and effect .. the inifnite possiblities and the incomprehensible consequences. As Hamlet quite eloquently put it " To be or not to be , that is the question"
The apparent freedom that our choices give us is bound by the consequence of our actions.
And thus from that arises poor Hamlet's quandry.

The eternal war in our heads.
"In the right corner in his flaming red shorts we have the challenger from the infernos of hell weinghing 85 kgs and a trident of worst case scenarios in hand . The DeeeeVIL."
"And in the left corner we have the reigning champ from the boulevards of paradise. The ANGEL with his halo of immense possiblities."

hmm...at least its something like that..

It really amazes me that under such a chaotic setting we manage to lead lives of relative sanity.
I think we manage it because at a subconscious level we all run on faith.We know that no matter how much ever we think we can not predict the outcomes of anything possibly worth predicting .After all the ritualistic dilly dallying is done we throw our doubts to the winds and make the jump hoping that theres somebody to catch us.Much like how a panic stricken person jumps out of a burning building in the hope that theres a net below.And it is precisely this what i think makes us most worthy of being called humans.

Some put their faith in Gods . Some others in a fellow human being. Some in ideas and other some in themselves. It doesnt matter what the object of that faith is. What matters is that theres something we can hold on to when the shit hits the fan.

There was this athiest I knew who once made a very interesting analogy between a religious man and a drowning man clutching at straws. I see know that he was probably both right and wrong at the same time.

Right because , yes , any man with faith in his heart is basically a man who is holding onto something in the hope of that thing saving him from the waters above his head.
Wrong , because , he isnt just clawing at air . That thing he might be clutching is not just straws. It could be anything and more often than not its the rope that leads him to the shore.