The all-knowing Scotto just posted something that starts with the Dar line, "sometimes life sends us blessings sent in ridiculous packaging," and it's been playing around in my head all day. Last night's "Sex and the City" episode was about destiny, too, about meant-to-be relationships, and if things happen for a reason, and if life teaches lessons in any kind of meaningful pattern.
I have long held a negative position on this stuff. I don't think things happen for a reason. I think that humans invented these explanations because we can't abide the cold thought that our lives really are ruled by chance: the near-miss, the lucky guess, the coincidence, the accident. I don't really think that life is sending us blessings at all, ridiculous packaging or not... I think things happen or they don't, and that's that.
But.
I'm also really superstitious. REALLY superstitious. Not in a black cat, broken mirror kind of way -- although if I was really being honest with myself I probably believe in that stuff, too -- but in a terrified-of-jinxing-myself way that doesn't jive with this whole no-such-thing-as-destiny outlook. Somehow I've taken the most negative elements from both sides and formed them into one. I'm starting to wonder if there can't be some middle ground.
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