Word of the Week #173:
Planning. Weirdly enough, it is one of the most important things one can do, while also one of the most futile.
Personally, I have a very weird relationship with plans.
I love being prepared. If I’m going to a restaurant, I love knowing exactly what I’d like to order, after having meticulously examined the menus and reviews.
On the other hand, if I go there and find out that I cannot order what I had planned, because maybe they have run out of a key, or their oven is malfunctioning, or something else out of the blue that makes your plans and your expectations meaningless.
That is the problem, right? No matter how well you plan something, you cannot control the outcome because you cannot control all of the variables.
And the most unfortunate part is that any person who likes making plans would definitely not be a person who can accept having those plans destroyed by the most random of events.
It is the most infuriating.
Imagine spending your entire career preparing for an Olympic event, employing the perfect diet, the perfect work out regimen, the perfect technique, and the perfect equipment, and then slipping and falling outside the event venue and shattering your kneecap.
Yeah, that could entirely happen.
Irony, you know. Not a big fan of it.
I guess that is the curse of being a sentient mortal, right? Just enough power to think you are in control, followed by a rude awakening to the truth of your crippling impotence.
Now, realising your limitations and still continuing to persevere is what adulthood is all about, right?
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep moving forward.
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