Life’s messy and predictable only as far as the certainty that it’s pretty much impossible to predict anything at all. And yet, I try. Try to make sense of things. To see patterns. To form references that will give me that crucial heads-up before everything changes on me again. And I know it will. It always does. And always when it’s least expected.
Sometimes I get it right. Sometimes not. Most times though I am not so surprised to see that I simply end up creating what I was expecting to see. Which I guess just makes it all the more fascinating – that tenacious persistance to keep trying. With the success rate I – and I guess most of us – can flaunt it would seem tempting to devise a new strategy. Yet somehow the belief in foresight – for better or worse – remains the most common weapon of choice to arm with before the next step.
Kind of impressive, actually, when thinking about it… that incorrigible optimism in the face of odds like that. And perhaps most impressive of all is that it really does seem to make a difference.
“The best thing about the future
is that it only comes one day at a time”
It gives us time and lots of chances to find a way to hope for the best.
We might as well – after all, what do we have to lose?