The Truman Show

When my friend philosophised about the matrix of life, predestination and the rules of karma, I always blamed it on too much smoking.
But recently I have been feeling a bit strange myself and I started to think about it. I have already mentioned the vast amount of “coincidences” striking my life. The regularity they appear actually invalidates the rules of pure coincidence .

Scientists have been trying to figure out whether the core of our world is random or clearly predestinated. The question occurs whether things which seem random on first sight, are just not exactly predictable because we as the observer have not enough information and knowledge to forecast the outcome, or if our whole system is just simply coincidental.

I am not sure whether I am missing the über-knowledge of my situation or if I am just about to find out. Things feel extraordinarily strange sometimes - especially looking at the bigger picture. The impression occurs that all the odd moments kind of relate like a big jigsaw that slowly comes together. Like a superordinate law of nature. Call it matrix if you like.

It is hard to describe but I feel like meeting the same people. They resemble in characteristics, interests and sometimes even in diction. This does not sound alarming on first sight, but when you start to contemplate. It sometimes feels like meeting just one person with different faces over and over again, like a reincarnation while I am still in my first life. I hear similar statements from different people, once even felt quoted by a stranger. Things I talked about accidentally occur in my real life, I get invited to things I planned to do myself. As if my thoughts are being taken into account. But how can hey?

Occasionally I feel like part of a TV show, just waiting for the host to tell me “Handy cam!”. Things are either too good or too weird to be true. For Truman Burbank it all got a little too bizarre at some point, too.

Is this a reason to worry?
Well, we are all a bit schizophrenic I guess…