The Art of Randomness
People say that I’m quite random. In many things. I can say random things out of nowhere in the middle of awkward silences; I can be preoccupied during the classes, thinking about random stuff. I can make people laugh with my random, peculiar knowledge. Some people think that I am weird for being random, but some people love me for my strange randomness. =)
I like random things. I think the universe is built by chained randomness, one link to another. Or seemed to be so, while it actually is a big blue print of the so-called destiny. Every point of randomness is actually creating a beautiful shape, or color, or pattern: life itself. Yea, I believe in destiny. That every person is destined to walk on a specific path. Only, that path is not easy to find. You’ve got to find it yourself, in order to find your own path.
Imagine this life was a prairie. The grass grew very tall, up to your thigh, that you couldn’t see the trails ahead. You might wanna use a sickle to cut off the grass, some people would use some kind of lawn mower. Point is, everybody’s trying to figure out their own path, using whatever tools or method they think is best. Some people would draw a map, check their compasses, analyze the possible direction; anything to get ahead. These kinds of people plan their every step carefully in order not to fall into a snake’s den or something dangerous.
But random people, like moi, would enjoy the process of finding the path itself. We might make mistakes; we might fall face-down on a poison ivy bush or get caught in a barb wire before we finally found the right path, yet we’d enjoy every fall and pain during the process. Because from falling we learn how to avoid the same hole, and from pain we’re reminded of how much it hurt and we’ll try to prevent it from happening ever again.
It’s not that these ‘random people’ are unprepared. We pretty much know the big picture in our head, of what we’re heading to or what we’re becoming into. Yet it might take a long time for us to get there, because may be we would need to browse all over the prairie and fall several times before saying, “Hey, this is the path I’ve been looking for!” But many times, ‘random people’ would more likely to enjoy the scenery, discover the hidden beauty of the prairie; while the ‘planned people’ just focus on getting ahead, without noticing the flowers bloom or the hopping bunnies around: any possible details. May be there’s even a hidden trail, a shortcut of any kind, but they would be too careless to even take a look around.
A friend of mine once said, “In order to survive in this life, we should be a ‘modifier’. Why? Because even if your future is well planned before you, there’s always the slightest chance that it may fail. And when it does, you’ll have to modify all your life in order to get things back on the right trail.”
Such a wisdom that he shared with me. Well, as a person of randomness, adaptability is a must in order to survive. See, sometimes things just don’t go how they should be. But we shouldn’t mourn on our scattered dreams. Take a look around and breathe, then modify a new method to reach that dream once again. ‘Cuz life isn’t linear, there are endless possibilities…
I like watching life as a patterned randomness. We might not know what waits for us in every step we take, but that is exactly the beauty of it.
