Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Life is unpredictable.
I want to discuss how unpredictable life is. I am going to inject my own journal here (yes I keep a journal, I keep a few):
One thing I have learned that I have managed to ignore for all these years, is that life is unpredictable. It is simply and resoundingly unpredictable. You can make plans for your future, and decide today what you will do tomorrow in any order at any time. But, there is no knowing if we will accomplish our plan to any degree of certainty. I may be late to class tomorrow because of traffic, or maybe I over slept. I may not make it to work because someone I know, died. Life is a funny thing in this way. Because we try so very hard to plan for everything and make something that is ultimately uncertain and uncontrollable, predictable and certain.
It’s like trying to grip a freshly caught fish with one hand. The fish is still slimy and wet when you pull him out of the water making it difficult to hold on to him even while he is still, but then he flails around and attempts to get out of your grip making you struggle to gain control over him.
Life is like that, except you never really have control of it.
And when you lose control and feel you can’t gain it back again you’re crushed. It’s like losing a part of you that you never know whether or not you will get it back. Wires become crossed and tangled and eventually you begin losing your mind and resort to seeing only the small, and really non-important fixtures of life that do not deserve as much thought and attention you give. You have just lost the battle; you have just sacrificed a part of your sanctity for something that is not real. You fall down the rabbit hole expecting to land on your feet only to realize that you’re still falling and have not the faintest clue how to go about picking up the pieces.
It's a humorous dance of who will take the lead, who will follow, and ultimately who will remain in control and the longest. Can you dance to the melody that's playing?
Maybe that sounds cliche', but it makes sense to me.
Sometimes I feel as though I have lost a lot and I get so caught up with that belief that I never really make any progress or experience any growth because I have become a ghost, or a shell of a man that I think I once was.
Life is uncertain. We cannot battle it our whole lives trying to make sense of it. We play by predetermined rules that are not subjective. The best we can do is find a rhythm that we can get into harmonious synchronization with.
All things play according to the Almighty's plan.
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