Hope
Sometimes when people don't have all the facts, they resort to hope. They hope that the next customer won't be irate, hope that they find some money while walking, hope that they bump into someone who'd love them back, hope that whatever it is they're doing, is the right thing to do.
Hope is something akin to trusting luck. Like when you hope you get home safe, you're trusting that you won't be one of the lucky ones who gets into an accident or somehow gets stuck in the middle of traffic or not getting any mode of transportation at all. It's a whole load of luck.
So what does it mean for us then? If our lives are based off of luck? If throughout our lives we're forced to simply trust luck to control our lives?
...well. It doesn't really mean anything for a lot of people.
For a lot, these kinds of thoughts don't really dig in deep enough to merit any real attention. People live entire lifetimes without worrying or thinking about the lack of control they have. Could it be part of instinct? Willful ignorance? Irrelevance to survival?
For certain, whether you allow yourself to dive into these thoughts or not, we humans lack the means to properly perceive this type interaction with our environment. If we can't perceive or see how something works, how can we even tell if it really exists in the first place?
Being animals, we at least have a thing called instincts, our all-natural survival sense. It has provided us with all the necessary abilities and tools needed to survive and spread in this world.
In that sense, if a person were to be alive long enough to begin harboring thoughts of things beyond our control, that could mean the person has secured a foundation in the world of survival and is preparing to delve into the world of the unknown. The person has achieved what the instincts were set up there to achieve.
... so what happens now?
Well... we simply keep on hoping for the better.
Week 2 for CVAP.