Eli Ellsworth
eli@agouti.com
A sickness known as HATE. Not a virus. Not a microbe. Not a germ. But a sickness nontheless. Highly contagious. Deadly in its effects. Don't look for it in the Twilight Zone. Look for it in the mirror. ~ Blatz
You have hope, and the world before you, and have no cause for despair. But I - I have lost everything and cannot begin life anew.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley's, Frankenstein
The proposal that life is a trial of errors and failures is not as utterly hopeless as it seems. It is perhaps the most accurate description of human existence. Were it not for our mishaps and misfortunes we would simply cease to be. These less favorable situations ultimately help us define who we are.
It is in these moments that we truly learn about ourselves and discover ways to grow from that experience. Without these characteristic flaws everyone would believe themselves to be perfect and in the right at all times. A preposterous notion to say the least since perfection is unattainable and no single being can ever claim absolute truth consistent in all instances throughout the ages.
Some may retort with the erroneous argument that the only constant is CHANGE. If only they realized that “constant change” is an oxymoron. While change does commonly occur it can not be constant, or unchanging, as that word is defined. Change results from variances in or of a process, inevitable mistakes and misconceptions. And while mistakes are inevitable, the certainty with which they will happen is not absolute either. Being certain a fault will transpire at some point in time is hardly absolute; it’s a reasonable assumption.
While the initial proposal of life as a trial of errors might be generally accurate, the description it is far from complete. Life encompasses far greater complexities than can be explained solely by its shortcomings. To do so would be in error. It is but one perspective to use while attempting to develop the perceptions, beliefs, and actions that determine our life course. Hopeful or not, we live in an imperfect world. I could be wrong, but ain’t that the truth?