A Medley most Topsy-turvy
I am yet to make up my mind about whether living a life of certainties is a good or bad thing. You know the life I am talking about, the kind whose denizens know exactly what they want, when they want it and how to get there. These charmed savants can successfully navigate the tumultuous eddies of fate and free will and bring forth order on chaotic canvases, symmetry out of asymmetry, geometry out of amorphousness, logical effects from the right causes. Points A to B to C and so on and so forth; perfectly charted, not a hair out of place. A life of absolutes - favourite book, favourite writer, favourite movie, favourite actor, favourite music, favourite food, favourite colour, favourite Beatle etc etc etc; complete clarity of thought, no ambiguity and certainly no room for existentialist musings. And here I am, scrolling through my Liked Songs list on Spotify and trying to figure out even one unifying theme in the 1,300+ songs currently here. To be clear, I am not flexing. In fact,...