So here I sit, penning something down as the day slowly merges into a slow silhouette of iridescent figures. Like every other day, I sit and wonder how quickly the day has passed and how I could never do the things I had planned. Yes, I do plan a lot. You'd be lying if you say you don't. It's more like a natural human tendency to stay prepared for everything that may come.
We are always ready for the worst.
But, in the same breath, we must realize that each day is filled with surprises. Some days will sweep us off our feet while some will crash us down, ten feet under!
No amount of planning can fully prepare us for what is about to arrive.
But that is life!
It is uncertain. It is a mystery. Yet, it is magical.
If we are hurt, we will heal.
If we fall, we will stand up.
And if we find ourselves lost, we just have to remember that there will be light.
Why so much planning then?
To assure ourselves that at the end of the day, something went according to plan.
ReplyDeleteThe next moment is a mystery, agreed. But there is no harm in being hopeful. And the plan just gives us that, something for us to hold on to.
Nice post, by the way.
Well penned.