“The next song” he would say “The next song that the radio plays would describe my future life.”
A declaration based on the notion that everything, as insignificant as the next song on the radio and as little as his declaration of these words, happens for a reason. Everything is connected and interrelated. Our souls aren’t floating in a space of boundless infinite serenity of chance, but are closely tied together by reason and fate.
“The next song would describe my future life” He would say.
He spent his entire life, or what was left of it, tagging an immensely sullen song as a happy, cheerful one.
Was his life sullen? Or happy?
Depends on what we mean by happiness.