Life: A Schrodinger’s Cat

The Schrodinger’s Cat experiment is a classic quantum theory paradox. It claims that a cat maybe simultaneously alive or dead as a result of opening a box inside which it is kept. As long as the box is left unopened the possibility of the cat being both alive and dead coexist. But when the box is opened you see only one outcome — a dead cat or a live cat.

The same is true about life, relationships and all exciting possibilities that dot the spectrum of life. As long as we let the unknown operate, ie don’t open the lid of the Schrodinger’s box, our life’s many possibilities, both wanted and unwanted, keep playing. It is not an open but a mystical shut case in my opinion.

But the moment we demand to know exactly where our relationship is now, today or what the outcome of our life is this moment, then we open the lid and stare at the finite outcome of our life situation as a result of that decision. It is either temporarily elating or extremely disturbing. The continnum that life is looks like an end of the road point. We kill the magic of the unknown the minute we open the box because we make time itself a finite in the moment of opening the box.

But if we live our life and die and then leave others to open the box after we are no more, then they will be the ones who will see if we really were alive throughout our lives, through our action and deeds or were dead all the time.

The quantum uncertainty principle allows for all possibilities to exist as long as we desist from controlling the outcome one way or the other at one point of time or reference.

Should we live life to the fullest without testing but tasting experiences that come along? Should we exist in a space of infinite options rather than just be one timecast person? We can be funny, upset, depressed, elated, cynical or inspiring — all the existential quantum states of human beings.

Or do we as a goal oriented person choose specifics and mould our lives to the designs we create for ourselves? We can be wildly successful people with the sharp focus of a lens, rather being a scattered spectrum of brilliance.

Does the predictable makes life worthwhile or the unpredictible make it magical? Is something I would like to know from other human beings who are living their lives right now.