Human beings are problem solvers. We like to understand things, to make sense of things, and to put things in a kind of causal chain. “I did this, which is why that happened.”
When a natural disaster happens religious types use this tendency to blame whatever group they find intolerable at the moment. When an unexpected death occurs, or some other unimaginable trauma, we like to say that everything happens for a reason.
And I understand that it brings comfort. If the idea that there’s a master plan brings you comfort then I beg you, please don’t read on.
Because I do not believe that there’s a master plan.
All this chaotic world fumbles along by chance
— Ellis Peters
I’ve seen too many good people, who strive to make the world a better place, suffer unimaginable tragedy. I’ve seen utter bastards – evil monsters only out for themselves – not only get off scot free, but get rewarded for their sociopathic ways. I can’t believe that’s a plan.
But even without a master plan we look for control. We want to believe that our fortune is in our hands. It’s how people with privilege believe that they deserve it, rather than that it was an accident of birth. I don’t want to believe that much of my success can be explained by the fact that I am white and middle class. I work hard. And of course, I do work hard. But I am not held back by my race or my religion, or by where I was born, or what my parents did for a living. There’s a tailwind at my back that many people don’t have.
It’s the same with health. It’s easy to believe that if you exercise regularly, eat well, and generally live a healthy and active lifestyle, you will remain healthy for as long as possible. It certainly shifts your odds. But they’re only odds. The truth is an accident of genetics, or infection, or simply an accident, can take away your health – even your life – at any moment.
And when that happens to someone else we try to find a reason, so that we can “ensure” that it doesn’t happen to us. “She had a genetic issue, I don’t, so I’ll be fine.” Or “his dad smoked, mine didn’t, so I’ll be fine.” “She was a cyclist, which is risky. I’m not, so I’ll be fine.” “He ate too much red meat, I’m a vegetarian, so I’ll be fine.”
“He/she smoked too much, drank too much, partied too much, took the wrong pills, had the wrong doctor, lived in the wrong place, had the wrong job…”
This is a natural urge to protect ourselves, emotionally, from the idea that we are vulnerable. But the trouble is that it leads to blaming people who are suffering. We tend to want to believe that people who are homeless, or poor, or sick, have somehow brought it on themselves. That if they’d only been sensible about things (more like us, obviously), they’d be ok. That there’s no way it could happen to us, because we are sensible.
But it seems to me that we’re all at the whim of a random, chaotic universe. We could lose anything, at any time. There’s no way to protect ourselves from the chaos. There’s no quota of trauma after which nothing else bad could happen. Life can, and does, kick people when they are down, through no fault of their own.
To me that means there’s not much inherent meaning in this chaotic life of ours. There’s no control, no plan, no structure. As Pratchett said, “there’s just us, and what we do.” And I think that means that the only meaning I can create is in my impact on other people. In striving for kindness – to others, but also to myself (that’s my toughest challenge). In using my skills to effect as much positive change as possible.
Sometimes that means resting to avoid burnout. Sometimes it means throwing everything I have at a challenge for as long as it takes. Today, after a painful medical procedure, it’s meant bingeing season 2 of Harrow, because Daniel Harrow is many complicated things, but above all he is kind. Mind you, if the season doesn’t end well, tantrums will be thrown.
Tomorrow it’s going to mean working hard on the 6 presentations I need to have ready for the next fortnight. And if I can walk ok, maybe I will treat myself by picking up my fancy new red glasses. (Not purple! I must be ill!)
I’m a control freak. The illusion of control has been comforting. But maybe there’s something to be said for just riding the wave, and focussing on kindness. Maybe we don’t have to believe in mystical forces to find meaning. Maybe we can make our own.