The Law of Averages
The need to be special is strong
in humans. We want to report
the most difficult pregnancy and
delivery, the building of a
dream home that has turned into
a nightmare, or the severity of
the virus that only we experienced.
But it all averages out. That's
the Law Of Averages. Sure or
likely to happen, disaster,
disappointment, danger and death.
The depths of our hearts know
we live in a world of probability,
and possibility. That at
one time it most likely
will catch up to us.
Truly being above or below
average and reporting it
suddenly seems obscene
when you're standing at the
coffin, or wishing you had a
box of Narcon. Holding a
tiny, blue baby, Listening to
the pushing and pulling of
a ventilator, sirens and strangers
suddenly your only hope.
It's not that trophy feeling
anymore. The one
with bragging rights.
It's empathy, belief
and surrender. The
need for holding
the feeble hands that hang down.
It's so soul deep you want
to hide. You pray to be
average, wish you were
a statistic.
No one wants to be average
until they aren't.
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Why is it that we desire
others to be like us?
Are our views,
our likes
our mannerisms
so perfect that we desire
need
others to adapt?
Or are we myopic,
perhaps even just
selfish?
Maybe we want others
to be like us
to validate us?
Maybe, just maybe
we are threatened by others
who view life from
their spectacles.
Is there really only one way?
One food
One bed
One politic
One of anything?
Why is it that our view
ask, even demands
to be top of the pile?
Insecurity perhaps,
or just stupidity to imagine
a world of Ones.
A world of no choice.
Seems to me that was
someone’s view long
before the earth was.
Is it possible to disagree
without being disagreeable?
Possible to share and discuss
without ranker or fear?
In a perfect world surely
with kindness
love unfeigned
we can listen and learn
and perhaps,
just perhaps
adjust our own thinking
and maybe even
change.