Tales of a Boring Work Day

Got bored during work today and started having fun with philosophy and word play...

Life is full of it's little ups and downs. At one moment you may find yourself residing in a golden palace sipping delicately at a diamond encrusted goblet and the next you might just be poor innocent fly killed by a farmer protecting the grapes which created the fine wine upon which you were sipping. Of course the same can be said for the recently deceased parasite becoming a king. But then again, if we look at the British royal family, what is the difference between a monarch and a parasite in this modern world?

Semantics aside - if at all possible since it seems unlikely that I will find it near impossible to subjugate myself to writing in such a dull and straight forward tone- One's life is filled with missed opportunities, foolish mistakes, childlike naivety, good fortune, dumb luck, and thoroughly planned successes. If one were to ask why I continue with this string of thought that hardly seems worthy of a quick jump out of the bath shouting "eureka!" they would be adequately answered if I were cease my script at this point, but unfortunately for them, my prose does not come to a halt so soon.

I make mention of these frequent mortal turbulence for the purpose of asking a single, yet all be it slightly ambiguous, question:

Can these good times and bad times and all other juxtapositions found within poorly edited British literature truly be what they are? That is to say, are they good and bad? Are they grand and small? With proper thought and diligence one might witness something miraculous. They may observe that the these seemingly independent moments within one's life are no more separate and qualified than the poorly rolled, and useless, ball of yarn a cat finds such joy in. Since it may easily be agreed upon that missed opportunities and other forms of "misfortune" are present within one's life, it seems as though a curious mind is forced to ask "what makes them poor in comparison to other experiences?" Perhaps at the time of occurrence these circumstances may seem to carry with them a sense of ill fortune, yet does not any one of these inopportune situations lead us down a path towards happiness which would have remained unused if not for the previous fall from grace? It is true that falling from your horse in to a cave may seem utterly deplorable, yet when said cave is actually a mine filled with rare gems what is the verdict? Would that sudden fall still be considered a misery invoking scene of pain and indignation? Of course the same might be said for good fortune and its unwelcome effects on future venture since perhaps the previously imagined mine may be extremely rich but lost in a later, rather costly, divorce settlement brought on by the newfound greed of the wife and husband whom reveled in their fortune.

To better illuminate one's self to this idea let us look into the classic piece of literature "The Count of Monte Cristo.". In the case of Edmond Dantes, it is only through his wrongful imprisonment that he befriends an academic friar who teaches him language, science, math, and philosophy while providing him with the whereabouts of a grand treasure which aids him in making his want for vengeance a reality. That being said, does this misfortune of Edmond turn itself into a grand and lustrous opportunity? Possible, but we must also look into the reasoning for his wrongful imprisonment. It is true that he was betrayed by his friends and neighbor as a traitor to the state and brought to prison, but why did his comrades feel the need to act as such? Jealousy was the cause. Jealously of Edmonds good fortune of becoming a ship captain, of being financially stable, and of holding the heart of the most beautiful woman of Marseilles in his hand. That being said, do these fortunate occurrences then become the abysmal servants of fate and demise? Possibly, yet as stated before, such observations are only relative to the time they are given. The thoughts of the next hour are very likely to vary from those of he proceeding day.

So it would seem that Edmond is neither fortunate nor cursed, but merely the victim of the universal ailment known to all as "life."

Life is life. It cannot be altered or graded. As seem by these examples, life is nothing more than an incoherent compilation of events and circumstances which place one upon a path designated only for them to walk.

All in all, why worry about good and bad fortune as it is all relative to the eyes that witness the products of these events.