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The Universal Equation
Besides a few constants in life, I have always thought that change is good. But I have never considered the possibility of fate and chance outwitting my meticulous calculations. And lately I have come to realise that, stripped down to its barest, life is really just about parameters. We are all going to die. What matters are the in-betweens, and the in-betweens are determined by choices (if you believe in free-will, which I vehemently do) or chance (if you think God plays dice). My education tells me that these parametric factors are a function of both nature and nurture. So then, if the expansion of my ideals is inevitably quantized by a biological need for security, and George Eliot says that our sense of security more often springs from habit than from conviction. Thus by inference, in order to fly, old habits need to die. And lord knows they die hard. But if they are actually just something as variable as a parameter, there is absolutely no plausible reason why they cannot change. Plus, change is the only constant in life.
Who needs a shrink when I can write?