Schrödinger’s Cat

4am thoughts

Schrödinger’s Cat

I hate cats. Honestly, I can’t stand them.

Anyhow, Schrödinger’s Cat remains the one thought experiment I can’t get out of my head. It is better known for its impact in quantum physics but it is actually something that keeps you awake at night without you even realizing it.

I’m not really a physics person and I definitely do not understand quantum anything but here is a little fraction that my mind has managed to capture from this experiment.

Schrödinger was a scientist who wanted to show how the scientific theory works. He stated that no one knows if the scientific theory is right or wrong until it can be tested and proved. In order to prove that argument, he came up with the following experiment. If you place a cat and something that could kill the cat in a box, close the box and leave it sealed, there’s no way for you to know for sure whether the cat is dead or alive until you open the box, which would mean that during that time the cat is both "dead and alive".

It’s ridiculous I know, and I’m serious, Schrödinger should just.. chill. Anyway, this reminds me of something I actually believe that I understand better. People.

Ever since we can remember it, we live in a box. There are things constantly adding up. All of those things tend to leave a mark.

Some, keep us alive; some kill us; and there is no way we can know for certain which of those things brings the misfortune. We are scared, we look back on past mistakes and realize that all of the choices we could’ve made would eventually bring the exact same ending.

Schrödinger’s cat could’ve been the nicest cat in the world, yet nobody asked it whether it wanted to be in the box. Nobody told that cat to defend itself. I’m pretty sure the cat was clueless, and all it wanted to do was just sleep and growl. Instead it got to be stuck with the dangerous radioactive atom whose best virtue is to kill ONLY BECAUSE SOMEBODY WANTED TO PROVE A POINT. Bravo Schrödinger. I mean, how big of a psycho do you have to be to get a cat and get it killed? Okay, maybe I should just chill.

But, it’s not really about the cat for me. It’s about faith. It’s about having both of the given options and choosing to believe in the one which would result as a more positive outcome. It’s about knowing what could happen and still be steady to give it a try. And what if the box never existed? Does the radioactive atom seriously need to capture the cat in order to kill it? That way, the only thing we prove is how the twisted atom is powerless in the face of light, and how the cat is unstoppable. Just like any other cat.

Shame on you Schrödinger… Shame on you!