... maybe in five years... or ten years from now... from that boring mountaintop... The struggle towards some sort of goal you have stuck in your head in this longterm perspective... will create some sort of real change...
... But in the immediate sharpness of everyday... at ground level... life throws you around like a rag doll... It's a shoulda coulda woulda world in this narrow perspective... It's a one second too slow or too fast... a one conversation went well, went bad... a one deal went through, one busted... a win... a loss... It's life on the edge of a knife.
... And maybe that's the reason why society has come to idoalize sports... one shot... one chance... on a time clock... last possession... decides so much... and means so much... and it rings true... these swings of fortune... the recklessness of it all... it works... it speaks to us...
... One face-off... lost... one shot... miss-fired... one save... bouncing puck... one player... not picked up... one goal... ... ... and all your left with is... if only...
... And maybe that's why people try to limit the ability of chance to screw things up... of getting burned... and so rules... added onto rules... added onto instant replay and doubling the amount of refs... to put the game into a safe little box... and try to control that fiery demon of chance... just look at the largess in society... rules... piled on rules... piled on rules... piled on security cameras and doubling our world police... because chance is an impossible creature to kill it seems... and not too easy t contain...
... And if you really can't survive with this creature chance... not even a little bit... and the fear of the unknown is just too much... well then you can always try online chess and turn the chat off...
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