It Was Meant To Be.

“It was meant to be.”

This week I overheard a co-worker say this about how she landed her job at the company.  She was unemployed looking for work and just before things really hit the fan she received a phone call from her current boss, an old associate of hers that inquired if she needed work.  That was how everything fell into place for her.

I’ve overheard similar stories many times over. 

“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 believe 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 real culprit.  If this woman’s old associate never called, what would have taken place next?  And would what happened next still be for a reason?  Can our brains not recognize the real narrative?

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Try this-

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Looking at the results above, you can see string of 1’s and 0’s and even possible patterns of alternations.  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 one of the themes I attempt to explore in Sacco.  What’s ironic is in the process of creating Sacco I relied heavily on random influences that seemed to appear at times when they were most needed.  If an element of the story wasn’t falling into place, I’d think about it for a while and then go about my day.  A few days later a headline in the papers or a line spoken in a TV show would set off the sparks to fit that hole.  It was my interpretation of randomness that filled that hole.  Just as it was that woman’s interpretation of her life that made it fall so in sync.

Or maybe it was meant to be.

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