Meaningfully meaningless
The very day we set foot on this mortal world, risk has found its place in everyone's equation. Before you even taste air, you risk of being rejected by mother, but what can be done other than banking our hopes? We tried to walk, risking fall; tried to talk, risking sore; we even tried to consume, risking choke. Once we overcome the basic risks, we are on our way to humanhood- greater risks.
I always believe that the only reason for existence of life is life itself. We live for life, for life we lived. Take it as a redundancy, a cosmic joke (or miracle for the denial zealots.) A result of billion years haphazardness. The very existence of existence is in itself redundant. We are not alone in this vast randomness which we called universe; for in this vast vacuity, jeu d'esprit has been orchestrated. Meaningless will always prevail in meaninglessness.
Risk is but a methodology of elimination. By actions, you risked comfort of inaction. By inaction, you risked privilege of actions. Either way, you rolled a dice. Poeple said that taking risk is a matter of discernment. In other words, calculated risk. To prepare for the risks before embarking on it. But how do you prepare for a risk? Two steps forward, three steps back? You can never prepare for risks, its omnivagant, omnipresent. We live in probability. And probability demands failure. The very reason for misfortune happening on you is inevitability.
Life demand us taking risks. Better life demands greater risks. We can't control the risks or the outcomes of the risk. Risks have the potential to be our greatest teachers, our strongest benefactors, and our best friends. And that makes it the best candidate to take everything away. So very often we hear triumphing against risk; conveniently filtering off the epilogue. What goes up, must come down. It's a world narration of Le Chatelier's script.
What do people mean by asking you not to take risk for their sake? Nothing. It's meaningless because their life is equally meaningless.
P.S. By drafting this meaningless post, i risked being flame by people with meaningless life. Heck, i don't even understand why this post existed.
I always believe that the only reason for existence of life is life itself. We live for life, for life we lived. Take it as a redundancy, a cosmic joke (or miracle for the denial zealots.) A result of billion years haphazardness. The very existence of existence is in itself redundant. We are not alone in this vast randomness which we called universe; for in this vast vacuity, jeu d'esprit has been orchestrated. Meaningless will always prevail in meaninglessness.
Risk is but a methodology of elimination. By actions, you risked comfort of inaction. By inaction, you risked privilege of actions. Either way, you rolled a dice. Poeple said that taking risk is a matter of discernment. In other words, calculated risk. To prepare for the risks before embarking on it. But how do you prepare for a risk? Two steps forward, three steps back? You can never prepare for risks, its omnivagant, omnipresent. We live in probability. And probability demands failure. The very reason for misfortune happening on you is inevitability.
Life demand us taking risks. Better life demands greater risks. We can't control the risks or the outcomes of the risk. Risks have the potential to be our greatest teachers, our strongest benefactors, and our best friends. And that makes it the best candidate to take everything away. So very often we hear triumphing against risk; conveniently filtering off the epilogue. What goes up, must come down. It's a world narration of Le Chatelier's script.
What do people mean by asking you not to take risk for their sake? Nothing. It's meaningless because their life is equally meaningless.
P.S. By drafting this meaningless post, i risked being flame by people with meaningless life. Heck, i don't even understand why this post existed.
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