Seems so, when we are planning – concocting details, labeling milestones – measuring in advance, in our minds, how events play out …
It rarely does.
Not to say it turns out badly. Just, it turns out differently.
No matter how hard we try to push life around, push events around, they rarely fit in or turn out as we had organized them to fit our plans – those rationalized organized priorities.
Because life is random.
But more than random, and unpredictable, behavior of others and of their extended-others in their lives – how could we possibly predict or plan for or anticipate those actions, reactions, deflections and opposition …?
Which brings my thinking back to randomness and its magical value.
Not shooting stars. Not blindly going off uncharted waters, but simply embracing randomness. Randomness is neither good nor bad. Just because something begins as random does not mean logic leaves or experience is tossed out the window.
Starting anything with anyone is nothing but sparks. Or ideas sparked.
Or it might last the rest of your life.
There is a buzz in it, adventure, when you think it through.
The next person you meet might say or do or react in ways that alters life as you know it.
OK, not LIFE as we all know it, but your life …
How cool – to change entire direction of your life in a moment!
More and more, I am thinking more and more, that it is more and more like that … random acts, momentary flirtations …
With people sometimes.
With ideas, all the time …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 15C/57F, blazing ball of fire through a hazy horizon, another haze/cloud/hot day ahead; mid-length walk, no breeze, just residual heat overnight. The beep of backing-up construction equipment in the distance sporadically interrupting concentration - Gusta, the shedding machine, is looking a little ragged,