Of Correlation and Regression

Is there a point in life where everyone feels that their life is going "according to plan"? Is there a certain point where everyone feels that life couldn't be further from the ideal than it is at that moment? Is there only a single time where either of these events occur? If statistics were the glasses with which we viewed our past, would we find that all of our lives fluctuate above or below the average, all eventually equaling zero? Or would we find that some finish with a strong positive correlation to the average life while others have had no relation whatsoever to that which truly equates "life"?

Something to break down this postulating mess is the language in which we interpret our lives, the standard by which we measure our current position and the standard by which we determine the scale of our position. With the subjectivity that is human understanding of the world around us, can there truly be a standard by which all things are counted?

There is.

Hidden somewhere between the implausible and the unbelievable lies the realization that in every pursuit that humankind has ever undertaken, there is commonality and, more importantly, the understanding that no new ground has ever been broken.

Someone was here before me.

Someone has a deeper understanding of the world I live in and no matter how far I perceive myself to have gone or how high I perceive myself to have risen, the answer remains the same. The playing field is not an unknown, the players within it do not contain unknown potential. The only unknown, if it can be described like this, is that which is known to you as such.

Applied to all facets of life, the only question that remains for myself and everyone who came before me and all those who will follow after is whether you can accept your insignificance.

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