Considering All Things...I'll Try Not To Laugh Too Hard

Why is it that our days on this planet are subject to interpretation? There are not just two sides to every story. There's a buttload of 'em. When everything's said and done, and we're standing in front of the Lord on Judgment Day, we'll probably be amazed at the story He tells about our life. I hope He tells it with theme music in the background. Of course, if your life story starts out and you hear horror flick theme music you know you're doomed. Maybe our lives need a soundtrack. Many video games today allow the player to turn up or down the soundtrack during gameplay. Just imagine how great that would be if we had that ability! Romance, school, work, fights, action, traffic, and so on would all be heightened to a new level with appropriate music. Unfortunately, we'd be stuck with the whole interpretation problem again. Music denotes feelings and expresses situations that words fail to do. If we think we're winning an argument it would be good to hear the Rocky theme in the background. But if the other person thinks that they're winning the argument the music wouldn't be appropriate. It would also get crazy if we bumped into someone else who was engaged in some sort of activity that demanded Mozart or Slipknot to be played in their situation. Alright, the whole idea is ridiculous but that doesn't deter me from my earlier plight that interpretation is a prickly ball of hardened puss. Or maybe it's a jagged plush toy that smells of tofu. Whatever. The point is that our lens of interpretation narrates our life's story. That lens better be up to par or we are screwed. Humility helps polish that lens as does a heaping of wisdom. Of course, those seem to be determined upon culture, religious conviction, knowledge, and the like. Which, of course, are open to interpretation.