We plan, we always plan, wanting it to happen the way we want, accomplished like we wish it to be, always perfect, as we plan. Sometimes we even do planning to make a planning in advance. Hoping to, aspiring to, desiring it, aiming it, expecting it, yes, expectations, and here planning if expectations fail, planning if that longing got fulfilled. And our expectations do turn us more anxious and sometimes make us believe as if we don’t deserve it at all or might give us so much confidence, that handling it makes us zombies.
Running a blind race, we are running in a crowd yet alone, it is never-ending, and quitting is never an option. We have plan B if plan A fails, and alphabets till Z but sometimes we all do wonder, what is after that Z, what if everything turns out to be not we want. But we plan again, yes, planning not to cry, planning how to react, planning how to act. Planning the escape.
And in the end, we do forget, everything is not in our hands, life always opens its cards, when the actual time came, till everything is concealed, even our planning which we do with eyes open and close, each moment, each second. The universe is already conspiring may be for us or against us, time will tell. Till then, do your planning and keep patience and hope.