“Everything in your life is explained away as part of a process that holds you back.” —Fiction Plane
We are on a constant journey of perpetual incompleteness.
Regardless of the minutiae inspections and indefatigable detailed plotting and planning, there are endless sidewalk cracks sitting, waiting for us to drop morsels from our meticulous arrangements, letting the overloaded armfuls of structured checklists and neatly arranged ducks fall to the ground in pure, unbridled scattered chaos.
Just when it looks like the track is straight and navigable, an unexpected train comes rumbling from the fog.
Dive for the dirt or accept your fate?
Some of this is inherent programming, and genetic wiring that savors the sweet, sweet taste of tidy order doesn’t do well with romper room pandemonium or slipshod assembly. But there are always compromises that must be made to account for the unexpected variables and curveball ruses that kick us back on our heels.
Everything will never be okay…and it’s a tart lesson that needs to be tasted.
It feels like being draped in itchy wet wool or sliding sandy bare feet into bowling shoes. But accepting the unpleasant reality that no amount of painstakingly rigorous preplanning will ever be a wide enough tarp to cover all the bases is a skill we would be wise to acquire.
As I set up and arrange every item on this desk into perfect equidistant right angles while alphabetizing my digital photo albums and categorizing my Notes app in order of pressing priority, I may be the last in a long line to offer advice on this topic. However, this is not a forum to preach, but a springboard to start conversations about shared idiosyncratic musings and our mutual head-shaking confusion about the reasons we walk around this planet, completely unaware of how or why we’re here.
Maybe the occasional rejection of order is just as important as its worship.
But that’s a sticky band-aid to pull…and it’s never easy exposing an open wound.
Solitary Alignment 