Murphy's Law- Fate or Failure?

I believe the term Murphy’s Law is usually awarded by a string of firing profanities.  The negative emotion, on which this law preys, is one that can turn you the darkest shade of red whilst awakening the bellowing beast within you.  My personal encounter with the law has often left me in an utter state of contempt that manifests a deepened disappointment beyond my puny control.

Alanis Morrisette once said “life has a funny way of helping you out”.  The ironic thing however, is that we always think it’s out to get us.  Failure, unfortunately, has become an infallible concept which we unknowingly welcome.

The law of Murphy, more often than not, instils an unrestricted sense of failure that provokes our inherent nature to accept self-blame.  “If only I had gone the day before, I would have been there to see it, him or her”. How often have you heard yourself say this? And how often have you hated and blamed yourself for it! An example that’s only a drop in the sparkling blue ocean compared to all the other morbid pity we’ve invited to wallow.  This pathetic self-loathing comes to serve as a well varnished platform  for circumventing the inconsiderate agenda of fate.  Fate? -  A controversial notion reserved for optimistic lyricists and annoying pseudo tree huggers?

I would be inclined to almost always agree with a statement like this; however an aberration from the norm can sometimes be healthy.  As fate would have it, I have somewhat warmed to the suspicious conception.  I would like to think that despite the frequent woes and inconveniences that life delivers, there’s an empathetic force that unquestionably sides with the voice of reason of which we are not always privy. At times, of course, a satisfying pacifier known as hindsight may grace you with inspiring revelations, and, when this is sadly not the case, all you’re left with is a bit of good ol faith.

Therefore, I propose we ditch the law of Murphy, and rather institute a bill of belief! A belief that the universe is not always the bad guy; that there’s a hope that lingers in a form perhaps unfamiliar to human comprehension.

So the next time you think that Murphy has tried to have his way with you, consider yourself rather, a victim of the bill of belief, and shout  at the top of your lungs “ Shew that was close!! “