During my life, for as far as I can remember, I have always believed in miracles. Miracles or transformations — that would strike me one day, and change my life forever. Well, you know how things don’t happen when you are waiting for them; just as if you’re waiting for logic to take a hit every now and then. Well, if it would happen that often, Nassim Nicholas Taleb wouldn’t have made much out of his book.
They say there is light at the end of the tunnel; so what is the fruit of my endless expectations of a miracle, you may definitely ask. Probably just a thought, but I remember working out the fundamentals of integral calculus in my college with Aditya, and going through primarily Riemann integration. It was amazing how an infinitesimal dx didn’t matter if it was alone, but a conglomeration of infinite such small things could amount to something substantial! I still remember being marveled by the derivation, to this day. Analogizing, it is only the big things that we crave for in life, but hardly appreciate the small niceties that life throws at us. Frankly speaking, as a daily routine, we secretly wish that something would happen, and it could be about really ephemeral things — like the traffic clearing off, the lunch at the cafe to be good, the boss to not notice that I’m late, I could go on. But even if it is fulfilled, we seem to be vexed the very next moment, hassled by some other “impediment” that’s somehow looking Himalayan now. Being thankful is important in life, because it helps us stay sane and act in the present (not trying to sound too Lord Alfred Tennysonish), and comforts that we are in a better position than what we could’ve been in. We seem to miss the big picture, not fill the data points, and start panicking, and praying for miracles. Well, probably that’s why life comes around a full circle quite so often!
Feeling happy for accomplishing small things may seem naive, but in the end, it’s all about whether you have it in you to expect the worst. Though I liked the integral calculus class a lot, I still crave for miracles — because there is no life without hope. Even if there isn’t light at the end of your tunnel, you just need to know that you can always find a secret prairie in you to scratch your way through and unearth light.