Summer 2002:
Sometimes, as life breaks upon us like a thunderbolt, mostly However, it drives like a slowly meandering river. In those stormy moments but to nest in which time and space strangely into one another, the traditional order for a short time out of joint unit, as can the enormous explosive force guess that is inherent in the moments.
It is banal, but nevertheless quite true that there are individual decisions which the world - constantly change and yet preserve - at least in that world, like to capture the man. And always would have all come to completely different. The ultimate causes of our decisions for us are usually not even understand, and we tend, therefore, out of pure self-protection, to rationalize them.
The outgoing of all the little steps dynamics is neither predict nor control. Man always wants everything orderly, logical and explicable, have reason he gives all things comprehensible structures from which follows its own logic, but only does so as often, because we just believe that order.
with the "right" reasons are convincing to us easily, we need the predictability of everyday life to cope with our lives. But ultimately is not all a coincidence, product many independent factors? The structures in which we encountered, we can finally choose - but how we interpret our roles within these structures remains, it seems to leave us. Where: there is always the others, or to which we belong our actions that affect us and which were in turn influenced by others.
A colorful maze, the so-obscure is that we tend to misunderstand the meandering river as a paradise where they are but the flashes that we should focus our attention on the search for the secrets of life. And perhaps it is precisely that which can make our lives worth living, and any effort to lift it not only idle, but arrogant. But there would have to decide yes ...
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