This is the 21st century, we have control, from the cradle to the grave we make our decisions large and small, we shape our lives, we plot, we plan, everything is within our sphere, our power, we choose our destiny and the choices are many.
Much is grey though some black or white, our destiny chosen, we head toward that place, certain of our goal.
They say don't they, that we make our own luck?
At times life happens, the control is gone, the choices gone, changed or re-arranged, the once straight path, headed to a place we thought we knew becomes a muddied track. Plans made evaporate, ideologies stand challenged by incidents outside our common realm. We stand confused as life's curved balls make tracks toward us, one by one, in certainty still, we catch them deftly, re-plan, re-shape, re-gain control.
One is dropped, no matter, two then three, our minds flail lost, they came unbidden, four then five, control a foreign concept now.
Luck? Luck is not an absolute, luck is not a plan nor destiny, luck is not a tangible gift bestowed, or not, upon us, control is not a power, we have no power, we have no luck......... we have only an attitude of mind.
Life happens.
Sunday, 25 September 2005
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Whoa... deep thoughts on a Sunday morning. Must... engage... brain.
That was insightful and well-written.
I think of it as surfing. When you ride a surfboard, you're at once a slave to the waves that come, but also the navigator of how to react to what's happening now and in the future, until your wave runs out and you're beached.
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