Dear Life,
It’s been a while. I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting, but I’m here now.
Who am I kidding? I know I cannot fool you, Life! But even if those words aren’t mine, they seem appropriate to open this long overdue letter.
Plans, Life. Plans!
Let’s talk about them.
How come I have tons of them, but hardly ever one seems to lead to accomplishment?
Is this the reason why my head is full? That I experience problems falling asleep?
Are they the reason I wake up at 5:19 am every morning?
Is my insomnia better at realising plans than my conscious self?!
If only it was up to my head, Life, you’d look completely different for me.
Although I wonder if that’s a good thing…
Plans are nothing, planning is everything
Dwight D. Eisenhower
For instance, take the Dutch weather lately, (which has been exactly what we always complain about: cold and wet).
I have never used my winter jacket for as long as I have this year, and the weather’s only picked up since a day or two…
What I mean is: if us humans, or at the very least us Dutchies, could plan the weather, we’d never see another droplet of rain. Our farm fields would go to waste, all the water we’re so proud of conquering would dry up and we’d be even more miserable than we imagine we are right now.
You poorly combine with making plans, Life. Because you always seem to give me something else to deal with first, before doing what I feel I must to accomplish what I want.
Be it frustration or surprise, perhaps it’s not all that bad when you don’t give me what I want.
Because in the end, you always give me what I need. And that is, albeit unplanned, more valuable.
So thank you.
For being mine the way you are.
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How do you go about planning your life? Does it work for you? Let me know in a comment ↓