Miracles and Irony and the likes...

Disclaimer: A friend who happens to read my blog once critiqued - "You could NOT make any less sense in your blog posts..." and I cut him short with a usual "Challenge Accepted!" So here's a blog post where I have tried my level best to make no sense at all. Obviously, do not point out to me that the logic, in what ensues henceforth, is flawed. It is supposed to be... (?)

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“The problem with life is not that there is an absence of miracles in it. It is, in fact, their presence!” 


Let me explain…

So, why, you ask, is the presence of miracles, in fact a greater problem than their absence? Simple. When miracles DO happen… (Yes they do! They do happen like once in a while! There is no way you could have scored that much in that one exam, if not for a miracle! You KNOW it!) …they mess everything up! You are living your life peacefully, as you should, not expecting anything extraordinary to happen, and actually working hard towards solving the problem you are facing and BAM! Miracle! You suddenly find yourself bailed out! Once that happens, you start spending your whole life, wishing for a miracle to happen every single time you face a problem or badly want something.

This is somewhat like this other equally ironic observation of mine. It goes something like:  

(/Warning: Skip this part!)
“Is it better to be a sad person than be a happy person, because logically thinking, a sad person ought to be, by default, happy, while a happy person ought to be, by default, sad?” Makes no sense, does it? Yet again, let me explain…

The categorization of people as sad people or happy people is done on the basis of what they usually wish to be (A happy person wishes to be happy for majority of his time, while a sad person wishes to be down for most of it). Please note, the definition doesn’t say what these people usually ARE (which I’ll eventually go on to prove (most probably unsuccessfully) is the exact opposite of what they wish to be), but what they usually prefer or wish to be! Now it is a fact, (surveys, data and various psychological experiments show) that the mind, for a majority of its time is in a NULL state; which means, when you are working, studying, having fun or basically doing anything when your mind isn’t empty to think about whether you are happy or sad, you are neither happy nor sad, you are neutral!

So, a completely-logically-sound-happy-person’s thinking pattern (when his mind IS empty to think about whether he is sad or happy), should go something like this – “I am a happy person! But, I know for a fact, that for a major chunk of my life, I feel nothing! I am feeling nothing for all this time in my life, when I could be going around feeling all happy all the time! Which, apparently, I am not! What a waste! I suddenly feel sad now!”
Uh-oh! The happy guy is not so happy anymore, is he?

On the other hand, a completely-logically-sound-sad person will go around thinking something like: “I am a sad person. I am supposed to be sad all the time. However, I know that, for a majority of the time, my mind is neutral, so I do not feel anything. The feeling of nothingness is so much more soothing than all those sad feelings that hurt! So, I am spending a major chunk of my life being a big improvement over being sad! Wow! That makes me feel happy!”
And lo and behold, the sad guy’s happy!
(Note: This logic goes pretty much to the dump in the face of Lady Antebellum claiming "I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all....", but let's not go there!)

So, what you've actually got here is a choice whether you want to be sad guy who is happy most of the time, or a happy guy who is sad most of the time?

Anyway, now that I’m done explaining this part, I’ve realized that this has got nothing to do with what I said earlier about the miracle thing. Well, except that may be both are same in a way that……. Umm…Nope! Nothing at all... Actually on second thoughts, the whole thing doesn't even make sense at all!
Well, what’s done is done! Let’s just move on…
(/till here... Well in my defense, I did warn you!)


Coming back to the darned miracles... If only, they had left us alone, we could have all continued living our lives peacefully, without hope, but nope! The presence of miracles (however insignificant and however rare) brings you hope! And hope… Inspite of what Morgan Freeman has led you to believe, is not a good thing! It is absolutely SO NOT the best of things… Hope, my friends, is in fact, as I keep saying, a bitch!

And knowing that just makes me really sad… Which, in turn, by some strange thought process I read somewhere, eventually ends up making me happy?!!!