If you’ve not read Trouble’s new blog, Smile Now Cry Later, then stop wasting your time here and go over and check it out. Not only is she a fantastic writer, but she’s got a compelling story to tell. The posts thus far have focused on her couple of decades of experience working with gangs. Her stories are equal parts fascinating, frightening and redeeming.

But this post isn’t just a plug for someone else’s blog. A post that I read this morning got to me in a way that I didn’t expect, that I didn’t desire and that threw me for a loop. Go and read it. I’ll wait…

As I read it, the thesis of her post – and I certainly don’t mean to be flip (just uncommonly concise) – is that life is random, horrible things happen to innocent people who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and you have to constantly be on guard to make sure that you or your family don’t get killed, raped or both. She paints a grimly realistic picture of the world, one that I’ve seen in crime dramas and Hollywood movies, but never believed was entirely representative of the world in which you and I live. What’s troubling is that in Trouble’s experience, it is real. I know her to be a real person thus the world she describes must be real.

The conundrum for me is that I believe her to be wrong. Her post sort of flies in the face of my personal world view, the philosophy that keeps me trudging happily through the world.

There are two parts to this optimistic world view of mine. First – we, as a species, are inherently good. Flawed? Certainly. Ignorant? Most probably. Are there exceptions? Absolutely. There are individual humans who have done horrible and reprehensible things. There will be more. But I have to believe that these are rare aberrant individuals. We are a social species, I have to believe that the vast majority of us wants the best for our fellow man. I have to believe that most of us want to help the poor and weak and want little more than a peaceful happy life.

Second, I don’t believe that life is random. I know I’m a scientist and a irreligious one at that, but I believe that I have seen pretty strong evidence that life is far from random. Even biologically, a lot of processes that we’ve always thought of as random are not. Mutation for example, the driving force of evolution. Not a completely random process. Like certain parts of the genome, certain people attract trouble.

I am firm in my conviction that there is a governing force in the world*. What that force is – mutation, gravity, Buddha, the Flying Spaghetti Monster or the Baby Jesus – I don’t know and I don’t really care. I believe that some kind of higher power (whatever you want to call it) is out there and has my best interests at heart. If that weren’t the case, well I’ve done enough stupid things in my times that I probably wouldn’t be writing this. I don’t know how to explain the horror that Trouble has encountered in her experience. I don’t know how to explain war and poverty and natural disaster. That’s a question that is well above my pay grade.

I’m not a Pollyanna. I’ve been around the block a couple of times. I have been exposed to the darker side of humanity. My homes have been burgled four times. I got randomly roughed up by a couple of gangsters on a bus in Seattle. I’ve been ripped off on more than one occasion. I’ve been unfortunate enough to run up on all manner of nasty people in my day to day wanderings and have been truly unfortunate to find myself in relationships with one or two of them.

Shit, most definitely, happens.

But the shit that has happened for me has been essential in making me who I am today. Rather than making me more pessimistic about my fellow man or spawning an inclination to blame these things on the chaotic nature of the world, these things have made me more optimistic, more compassionate and more convinced that the world is an OK place.

If my two beliefs are true then I don’t have to live in fear. And I don’t. I get up in the morning with the contented feeling that things are going to be OK and I put my head on the pillow that night with the relief generated by things having been OK.

In short. Shit does happen, but it doesn’t happen by chance. Some people are shitty, but most aren’t.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe if the unthinkable had happened to me or a loved one I would have a different perspective. I hope that I never find out.

What do you think? Is life a series of random events? Are human beings inherently good or evil?

Big questions for a Wednesday lunchtime.

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* Let me just clarify. This is not to say that I believe in an intelligent designer or a creator god. Not a bit, but there’s a whole gaping chasm between the concept of completely random biological processes and the dude with the beard on the cloud hurling lightning bolts. OK?

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