What could be more terrifying than failure? Perhaps being lost for eternity floating in space or trapped in a tomb for the remainder of one's supply of oxygen. Perhaps having one's lower half being blown off in war and witnessing their own insides before blinking off into oblivion or other dismemberment or mutilation. But these occurrences are not frequent in a common man/woman's life, and certainly not within my own, and are therefore made trivial. However, failure is prevalent in every decision and every action every person takes. Some may say that such frequency dulls its terror, but I say the opposite: for every right decision you make, there lies an alternative that threatens to take down all that you have accomplished, and no one can be perfect all the time. Even the luckiest man cannot escape failure forever.
Therefore I worry about when my house of cards will come falling down and what wind will cause it. What is the ultimate butterfly effect of my actions, and what repercussions will come as a result? I will never know, and neither will anyone else. We can only hope that we make the right choices and live with those decisions, but that doesn't stop me from worrying.
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