Once Around The Track: Embracing The Ride

If you’re anything like me, you’re the type of person who has it in your head that everything in life should or could be mapped out. We make plans for any and every event or decision and do everything within our power to stick to the plans we set forth. We seem to think that with a little planning everything will go smoothly and turn out just fine to the point where straying from a plan is difficult and sometimes alarming, causing us a great deal of anxiety in the process. Most of us don’t seem to realize or choose to accept, however, that when it comes to planning, we can only do so much. In the last year or so it has become increasingly apparent to me that our plans seem to have plans of their own.

So many of us are so used to planning every little detail of our lives that even considering a world free of this mindset is unthinkable. So we continue to plan; so much in fact that we begin to think more about the future and what it may hold than what we have in the here and now. We design the blueprints of our lives while losing sight of what it means to live in the moment; to embrace the events and people of today instead of those we’ll come across tomorrow. While we are busy making plans for the future we slowly miss out on the little things that make the everyday struggle worth the fight.

We miss the excitement of playing hooky from work to go rollerblading in the park or skipping a workout at the gym to drink half-priced margaritas with friends in the city. We miss the beauty of seeing a single flower growing between the cracks in the sidewalk where we never would have expected life to bloom. We miss the things that could make us smile when all we want do is cry; especially after a plan has gone awry and every little piece of effort and hope we have put into it has come crashing down. We begin to miss the bigger picture even though we’re convinced that we have a greater sense than others of what the bigger picture is. And for what? To meet some far off goal that may not even be what we really want or need any more when we actually attain it?

The fact of the matter is that we can’t plan every detail of our lives because we cannot foresee what tomorrow will bring. Everything we do is half-chance and to think that we know what the future holds is idiotic. Chances are that we’ll be blind-sided by something on some idle Tuesday and everything we thought we understood about ourselves and others will change. Our plans will unravel and we will need to rebuild.

Maybe we need to stop putting so much stock in what the future holds and start embracing the here and now. Why wait around and follow a plan that will most likely fall apart with the trappings of life? Why spend so much time thinking about the future when our lives are happening now? We simply do not know what tomorrow will bring. I think it’s time to stop planning and start seeing life for what it is: a rollercoaster with twists and turns that we could never see coming. So strap yourself in and enjoy the ride; it’s once around the track after all.

Until next time…stay classy.

–          C.M. Berry

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About C.M. Berry

I'm an aspiring author, blogger, and poet fluent in sarcasm, profanity, and dark humor. I have something to say about everything and whether you love me or hate me, you'll always come back for more.
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