Ambiguous Contemplations

Sometimes I don't know why I do the things I do. Sometimes I even question my own actions. I wonder what motivated the movement in my body. What propagated the position I play. What made my lips murmur things that may have even not been true. 

The harsh reality of ambiguity is an apparent state that we must all deal with. And when there is space for interpretation, all we can do is draw from spontaneity to best match the circumstances. I cannot plan what I say, do, or react to. As the universe's algorithm feeds off of chaos interspersed with a sprinkle of omnipotent organization. 

So all one can really do is be like water. Flow with the stream. As an obstacle breaks your path, you can only maneuver against its trajectory. And thus, my actions can never be calculated, but only really executed based on the scenario at hand. And when I do act within accordance, I myself cannot question what I have done, as it was acted upon necessity, and not upon planning. 

But as for you.... you feel like you were preordained. As if the universe's currents swayed your presence toward me. You are different to all the ambiguity - your purpose to me is an absolute certainty. Nothing here is left up for interpretation, that my dear is an algorithmic fact. 

Photographer: Heather Glazzard
Model: Sia Murray