The pendulum swings.
One minute you are flying high,
Successful, brilliant, ruefully optimistic
And the next you are broken and beaten,
Prone on the ground watching others soar.
The data of your life gets processed,
Based on who you know, what you know and who you are a statistical map gets plotted.
Thousands of interactions lead to this very moment,
The result of coincidence, luck and fate, intertwined.
You don’t have to like it, or agree to it,
Much less ask it to be fair.
Make your peace with what was, what can be, and what is.
Let the sinusoidal waves, the correlations and convergence lines guide you.
We live in the best possible world,
At the best possible time;
Don’t question it.
Let entropy reign supreme.