Smacking into Trees

Imagine you are flying low over a field sparsely poplulated with trees. Across the field runs a pack of people, apparently blindfolded, as you watch a few run into the trees (there is a similar scene in a spanish movie, the name of which I cannot recall). Some may miss many of the trees, only to smack into one very close to the end of the course. We could also turn this scene around and the people are not blindfolded, but trees and walls pop out out of the ground randomly, taking out some while others are able to dodge at the last minute. In all cases, the people survive, stumbling around for a few minutes, then run off again.

The more I live, the more I see the limited capabilities of man. I still don't know why I am so surprised by this and why I thought we could be closer to "perfect" than is really possible. You think you are doing just fine, doing your work/family/relationship well, then *SMACK* you hit a tree or maybe luckily just trip on a root. All the planning, obsessing, monitoring, working in the world will not prevent this. You will hit boundries of your and others capabilities. And this boundries may no be consistantly placed. There are a myriad examples of times in life where even with intent, effort, or careful reasoning, you cannot avoid your own weaknesses (that you may never be able to overcome), others weaknesses, or other bumps in the road. I think that it comes down to accepting that we will run into trees. And in the end, perhaps the greatest capability of man is to keep going, in spite of the trees.