I have this feeling so often, one of a blindfolded individual fully aware that the perfect speed and trajectory of their bat will lead them to the unknown location of a cornucopia of wealth. Like the world contains trillions of paths that are laid before us everyday, altered by the tiniest variable, that lead to innumerable outcomes. It is not comparable to the choice between two options that have already been determined, but rather between this incalculable number of undefined decisions to be made.
This fascinating and pressing concept that there is one pathway among the trillions for each individual that would lead them to the most success- and joy-filled life imaginable fills presents an person with an intense optimism as well as enormous pressure. Knowing that the ability to select this one unknown, invaluable opportunity exists is a maddening experience. The sheer power and positive influence on one’s life that this evasive answer contains orbits just outside of recognition and therefore is often not realized.
I believe this concept can be very well depicted through two different scenarios. The first is of an individual in a perilous situation. A gunman has him cornered and will most certainly pull the trigger. In the midst of the attack, the victim stands there helplessly, racking his brain for a trigger of his own that may save his life. There is something in the human vocabulary, or an action, that he could perform to keep him breathing. The aggressor may have one point in his life had a father who constantly threatened to whip him with carrots (just to display the true vastness of the possibilities that this concept entails), and so as the cornered man starts yelling, “CARROTS!!” at the top of his lungs, his predator retreats weak and terrified, allowing the man to preserve his life. Or say the perpetrator suffers from an unwarranted fear of the noise two credit cards make when rubbed together. The victim may create this dreaded sound and in the same fashion extend his existence.
The second scenario embroiders the more success-related pressure of this concept as opposed to its dreadfully shifty life-saving qualities. Picture it as a tower of Jenga blocks. It is your turn and there is one block in the entire tower that is removable. All of the blocks are identical though, and even if you happen to stumble across the one of a hundred, the unknown angle, needed speed, and the proper maneuvering technique that is required pose further uncertainties regarding how to respond to the situation. The key to winning the game, or attaining a positive thing, exists before your very eyes, yet you have no clue which one!
This perfectly demonstrates the tantalizing nature of these possible pathways, as it is clear that one of the innumerable leads to a golden outcome, yet there is no way of even beginning to know what that decision is. The man is aware that there is at least one thing that he can do to save his own life, but he has no direction or clue pointing to that one choice. How on earth would he be able to determine in a split-second’s time, with a complete stranger, that his life-saving decision would be to scream out the name of an orange vegetable? Only pure luck or the guidance of a higher being could lead him to that action. He stands there with the knowledge that the ability to save himself exists, but he lacks the knowledge of what it is. The woman sits there and scrutinizes the tower of blocks, but try as she might, there is no way to determine the one route, along with all of its minute variables, that would bring her the prize. The perfect decision EXISTS right in front of them, but knowing your keys are lost somewhere does really aid you in driving to the candy store, does it?