It's funny how we as humans are so consumed with making plans. We think about every possibility possible, contemplate scenario after scenario, until we've laid out calculated and detailed plans about what we want to do, and how we want to do it. And we prepare oursevles for these "eventualities."
And then, everything falls apart.
Our carefully laid plans are carelessly dismantled, like someone using a blender to shred a business plan. We realize that we couldn't have been less prepared if we had not made any plans at all. In fact, we probably wouldn't have been less prepared had we planned for the most outrageous, unlikely scenario possible.
Despite this, do we stop planning? No. We continue to do that which, in the end, in most circumstances, proves to be a waste of time. Why? Because it's in our nature. We do not feel secure unless we plan. It is one of our attempts to control our fate, our destiny.
Do I try to plan? Yes. Does it work? Maybe 15% of the time. And that's being generous. Will I stop planning? Probably not.
Such is life.
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