Coin-Flip Life

Permit me a certain level of forgiveness for the rather lack of quality as seen in both the foreseen content of this post, as well as this opening paragraph (sentence actually); for I have taken a long break from spewing thoughts and I did not perform my assigned warmup through Random Ramblings.

Not that I had any QC to begin with.
For the non-acronym inclined, QC means Quality Control.
Not that it was a well-known acronym to begin with.
For the non-proficient users of English, "acronym" refers to short forms, abbreviations.

And I could expand on the above ladder, but alas! Sticking with my title.


Before proceeding, I would kindly like to remind you, the reader, that I am not facing any mid-life (or early-life, better still yet-of-life) crisis right now. I am not ranting over deficiencies, any problems or even anything at all.

But I rant.

A "Coin-Flip Life" is an oversimplified outlook at events in your life. Oversimplified because, as an average being knows, a coin-flip involves only two results. Heads or tails. Picture or number.

Okay, maybe a slight mishap there. Coin-flips may involve three results if you count the coin landing exactly on it's flat side as one. Very unlikely, but yet, may occur nonetheless. As unlikely as me finishing this post with your complete understanding of my concept here.

Proceeding with my description of coin-flips, I would like to make it clear that I mean coin flips as perfectly fair 50-50 chance flips. None of those double sided coins with pictures on both sides, no coins that are fatter on one edge, no curved coins, you get my drift.

Now relate coin-flips to life.

Coin-flip events in our lives are random events that either end up the way we want it, or otherwise. Simplify events that we have gone through, are going through or will go through. Make these things either a Yes or No. I want it, or I do not want it.

An thus, the coin-flip begins. We toss the coin, and leave the course of our life to fate.

* Tosses coin! *

Either get what we want, or not. Random chance.

We catch our fate in the form of that shiny, thing thing within the grasps of our hands.
Sandwiched between our palms, we await our destiny, our future. Our fate. Closed and yet to be revealed.

Wow, what great words to associate with something as menial as a coin.


We then do one of three things. One, we open our palms and reveal our fate, the side of the coin.
If it's the desired face, we win.
If it's not, we lose.

Secondly, we could instead flip our palms around, as to gain the opposite result of what we "could have" gotten from the first option.
If it was supposed to be the desire face, we lose.
If it was not, we win.

Thirdly (poor opener), we do something that would make the first and second choice irrelevant.
And here comes the suspense..


Do not open our palms.

Life is not a coin-flip.
Life is a mystery. It is enigmatic, meant to be and should always be.

And what all about all the clutter above trying to stitch what events life holds to us with coin-flips?

Utter rubbish. Coins do not dictate our choices. Fate does not dictate us.


We do.