It Was Meant To Be

“It was meant to be.”

 

I overheard a co-worker say this.  She was talking about how she landed a job at the company where I pretend to be Clark Kent.  She was unemployed looking for work. Things were really about to hit the fan when out of the blue she receives a phone call from an old associate of hers that inquired if she needed work.  That’s was how everything fell into place for her.

 

It’s a well-played story line.  I’ve overheard it many times over. Like:

 

“Everything happens for a reason.”

 

“It was destiny.”

 

“It was all part of God’s plan.”

 

“It was kismet.”

 

“I guess it was meant to be.”

 

But was it?  I want to believe, that most people, at some point in their lives, come to a crossroads where they realize that most- if not all things do not happen for a reason.  That randomness is the true culprit.  If this woman’s old associate never called, what would have taken place next?  And would whatever happened next still be for a reason?  Can our brains not recognize the real narrative?

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Try this-

Flip a coin one hundred times and mark down a “1” for heads and a “0” for tails.

 

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Looking at the results above, you can see string of 1’s and 0’s and even possible patterns of complex alternations with longer string of a solid number in a row.  When most people are asked to generate a random placement of zeroes and ones it tends to look like:

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Ridiculously uniform because we understand randomness to be inconsequential and perhaps constantly changing- but randomness, as shown above, can act very static and unchanged.

 

This is a snapshot of  Sacco.  What’s ironic is in the process of making this graphic novel I relied heavily on random influences.  This generated the impression of things falling into place at the most opportune times.  If an element of the story wasn’t crystallizing, I’d ruminate over it and then go about my day.  A short while later a headline would magically appear in the papers or a fortuitous line would be spoken on TV that would ignite the sparks to fill that gap.

 

It was my interpretation of randomness that filled that gap.  Just as it was this woman’s interpretation of her life that made it fall so perfectly in sync.

 

 

Or maybe it was meant to be.

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