‘What if’ a fundamental question that everyone asks.. but something that no one can ever answer ( or atleast give an answer thats not complete wiseassery). And this question has been plauging me ever since .. er… lets say as long as I knew that the two english words what and if put together form such a profound question that has the power to make a lifetime of existence the sucky punchline of a badly timed jest.
And ‘what if’ is just one of the whole species of questions that evade answers just by their simplicity. An irony I agree but its something thats as real as the earth we live on. Well if you are simply wondering why I am getting philosophical about something that is pretty useless even if answered, Well isin’t that what philosophical means. Searching answers to questions that somehow have deep meanings and profound implications but yet are utterly useless, and yet somehow so seductively beautiful. Comming back to the topic of rhetorical questions of life. I really wonder if its just something thats an instinct in us – to fancy the delusional, to reassure ourselves that there were better alternatives, or simply is it wishful thinking. I cannot answer any of those as I don’t know the answers. Starting with one rhetorical question and ending up with another. Or is it just the projection of the same question in manifold verbal patterns. Seems I am comming up with more questions than I can count let alone find sufficiently satisfactory answers.
One feeble attempt to answer this question was orchestrated in a couple of episodes of ‘Friends’ a popular sitcom. Where each one asks the same question and in the end their lives are no different from what it is now. Though, the intention was just to be funny and get some laughs, I think their conclusion is what something that I can totally I can agree with. One’s Life might differ in the places one is, the people who share one’s life, and the things done. But in general would take on similar patterns irrespective of the choices that were made. Agreed, some choices can change one’s life drastically or so it seems but does it? I guess its just a matter of scale you choose to look at.
I will just end this post with this poem which was the reason I even decided to write this post..
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Does it? I wonder…