To some extent, I do believe that everything happens for a reason. It's a pretty good cop-out philosophy to hold, when I think about it, because it forces us to believe that there's always good in every shit situation we may find ourselves in. We need to believe that there is, otherwise we'd all be down and out, depressed beings, listening to Evanesence on repeat, never waiting for the next best thing (nothing against a bit of Evanescence). But whether it was meant to happen, as part of some bigger picture, I'm not totally sure of. The ups and downs of life are supposed to be inevitable, that's what life is. Is it all just a learning curve? Why do we need them? We're all going to die one day.
Chance meetings buzz me DA fuck out. Is this small world I find myself in, the same as everyone else's? To a point, I would say it's Auckland and New Zealand that's 'too' small, but how is it that in another country, I can meet a total stranger who turns out to be mates with an old flatmate of mine? This chance meeting was through a mutual Auckland friend, so as much as that blew my mind, I could still put it down to Auckland's small population and level of connections. How is it possible though, that a guy I had no one in common with, who just happened to turn up at a party I was at, at least five years my senior, turn out to be ex-neighbours of a guy I pretty much grew up with, living just up the road from my family home? Is it all by chance?
Fate, destiny, chance - it's all been on the brain for the past few weeks and I can't get over the words alone. It's easy to believe that everything happens for a reason, but it's much harder to believe that we're all playing parts in this game and that there's a greater meaning behind these chance meetings and the positions we find ourselves in. Fate is one trippy concept for sure. Maybe I'm still utterly hungover and took a few too many drugs over the weekend because it's burning a hole in my small brain to understand whether there is actually a difference between fate and chance. I'm still going to lose sleep over the idea of it all the next time I find myself questioning a chance meeting.
Crooklyn Dodgers 95 - 'Return of the Crooklyn Dodgers'
Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism/
Leaves most niggas dead or in prison/
Cheeeeeeers for bringing back the real hip hop Harry. Can't get enough.
