A story of evolution

Life doesn't know what it's doing. It has no plan and no training. Life does not even looking out the window to see how well it's succeeding at whatever it's doing. Life is carefree.

Some might say it's indifferent. But it never gives up and it doesn't get down on itself about its aimlessness. What life does instead is try everything. Given an opportunity to go in several directions, it doesn't restrain itself to one path. It tries all of them. Life's adventurous like that.

The thing about life is it fails almost all the time. There's good news though. Most of those failures, extinctions, are the result of life's other activities being so overwhelmingly successful they dominate the inauspicious efforts until those're abandoned altogether. Even mild successes tend to bludgeon the memory of dead-end paths.

But eventually the paths that lead somewhere fork and life doesn't learn its lesson. After all it might not have found its way had it not tried all the earlier directions. Life continues its unrestrained, ignorant journey at all available angles. Through no fault of its own, however, it's somewhat limited now. There's a built-in control. Life can only explore its unbridled curiosity at these new intersections descended from avenues that worked out the first time. And theselife does explore.

After centuries of wandering around, life finds itself in many different places, but not every place. Simply because the control's effect has been to guide it, however absently, in exclusive directions. Life, though still unconcerned with where it might be headed next, gained a little perspective in its travels and can't help but pause, awed and astonished to realize it never would have gone so far and certainly never roamed so wildly and inventively, had it departed with a determined goal and restrained itself to that path, or even its best guesses where that path might be.

The end. But, naturally, life goes on.