What do people care about, think about, and, most importantly, write about?

In ancienter times than now, when looking for inspiration or arguing an important point in a pressing matter, or exploring answers and guidance through life's often turbulent, trying, and confusing happenings, one might have turned to Shakespeare: there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. One might just as usefully have turned to Socrates: the only true wisdom is to know that you know nothing. Today, however, we shall turn to a wisdom (of sorts) imparted from the inimitable superhero film Deadpool 2. And the topic of that wisdom is: luck.

In Deadpool 2, Deadpool has to go on a mission to save a fat New Zealand mutant child (as you do) and to do so he puts together a team of superheroes to aid in said mission. The most important member of this team turns out to be Domino, whose super power is... "being lucky". Seems kind of lame, right? But, it becomes pretty clear pretty quickly that being lucky is one of the most powerful of all the super powers. Anyways, it goes without saying (but I'll say it) that a powerful super power will also have a powerful anti super power and in this case it's pretty obviously "being unlucky".

Now I won't argue that I'm an overall unlucky person (more like a bad decision maker) but my present trip to the largest sub-national economy in the world has been decidedly afflicted with a case of the unluckys. First: one of the people I was supposed to be meeting with concurrently booked a trip in the other direction and so they are currently sitting in Bavaria while I sit here. Second: I'm meant to be meeting all week with "remote colleagues" but sitting here in the office kitchen with no one around it's very clear that one should not show up to work on a holiday Monday! Whoops. (and yes I'm aware that one could just as easily characterize point number two as being lucky -- kind of a free holiday -- but I'm pretending to be a hard worker right now).

Back to the other side of unlucky, though. You know what's lucky? Knowing what to care about, think about, and then I guess by extension, write about. But the former two hold the bulk of importance, of course. Now I don't mean that I don't know about to care about, ad litteram. Obviously Joelle and Helga share the number one spot in that particular competition (but they better start getting ready to shove a little bit over on said pedestal for when little Dinosaur or whatever we'll end up calling him arrives in a few short weeks). What I mean is more like passion in work or hobbies -- the things that push you to work or at least work hard and that excite you. Now I know that I'm lucky because I even have the luxury to be able to think about this kind of thing (though thinking in many contexts is decidedly an unlucky thing to have to do) but if (to take a wild example) one believes that technology -- while promising an improvement in life and by extension happiness -- is actually making our lives less fulfilling, more stressful, and onerous, then maybe that's even worse working in that area than if you were working as some kind of labourer "just" for the paycheque.

But now, the sun is shining outside, there's literally no one else in this office, and so I will go for a walk and see if clarity may arrive through the warm healing rays of the sun.