Life presents itself as a friend, but we are forever in her debt. Ruined plans, broken savings, and beginning all over again.
When you think you have it all figured out, you’re slapped back to reality.
What is it about life that is difficult to figure out? Is it simply because it was never meant to be figured out in the first place, that all the planning we do to stay the course is really just a distraction from the reality of life itself?
We wake up every morning, or evening, and basically repeat the same thing as the day before. Work, home, eat, sleep. I’m doubtful we were created to spend our days as a slave to the dollar, every penny made to support the family, the adventures put on hold so that we can pay the debts we’ve created along the way. Yet, here we are, slaving away for the dollar. A victim to the economy. By the time we retire, were mostly too old to be the adventurous souls we once were and even then we will be struggling to live the life on the amount we managed to save before time was up. The there are some who are never rewarded with retirement, the dollar will forever be their owner.
Some days I sit and think about the things I want to do, the places I want to go, and all the things in the world I’m missing. I try to plan for something new, an adventure, but planning never really keeps you on course. Goals and steps are set, but one feather too many and you’re starting all over again. That’s the problem with planning, nothing can really be planned because nothing will ever go as planned. I’m not being pessimistic either, I’m a realist. I don’t believe all ruined plans are bad, sometimes they bring forth something much better, but the reality is, plans never go as planned.
No matter how much you think you have life figured out, at the end of the day, life will always have the final say.