Not a lot of things are as difficult and pointless as trying to understand one’s own life and what its possibilities are. Neither time travel nor any kind of clairvoyance are feasible options. We have to find other ways to assure ourselves that it is not only us that feel this certain kind of constant pendency.

One way is to compare ourselves as humans have a tendency to do. Are we better or worse, more successful or not. One realization that soon set in for me is that comparisons are usually pointless as there are endless interfering factors that one has to account for. However, what if those factors are actually endlessly more interesting than the final outcome?

In story-telling we learn a lot about building up tension, having it all come together in one big climax and ending the story in a satisfying conclusion. The problem with EVEN ODDS is that these stories have yet to come to a satisfying conclusion. My protagonists are stuck between acts. This does not mean that their stories aren’t worth telling. Actually, that is exactly why they are worth telling.

As used we are to watching things in film end in a way that makes sense, as seldom as it is in our own lives. Things don’t go as they should, we know a lot less than we wished we would and in the end it is all a bit messy. That is what EVEN ODDS is as well. It can only show you a small glimpse into three lives and leave you without a big conclusion. But it might leave you feeling a little less stressed about your own.