Grand Master Plan
I don't think it's hard to predict the future. I mean, sure, you'll be changing your predictions up until H-Hour, but that's because you're still going to be blindsided by what goes on. Knowing so-and-so would be hit by a car (if you want a morbid example) isn't you predicting the future; it's you being creepy.
We all plan for what we think is around the corner. We hold imaginary conversations in our head, rehearse our lines, prepare ourselves for the future. It's impossible, though, to have an all-encompassing grand master plan. Sometimes, you've got to be spontaneous, and sometimes there's no way to predict something happening, and you've got to wing it. Sometimes, you've got to follow your instinct, and let the words flow like water.
And, still, I've found myself knowing deep down that something is inevitable. That it is going to happen, like it or not, and there is no way to stop it. It's going to hit me like a brick and there's no room to move out of the way.
And I never planned how to deal with it. Not once, not ever. I've imagined my world after such a clock-stopping, personally cataclysmic event, but I can't recall ever watching, in my head, the scene where it all goes down. And when time stopped, I rolled with it.
'Cause sometimes, that's all you can do.
We all plan for what we think is around the corner. We hold imaginary conversations in our head, rehearse our lines, prepare ourselves for the future. It's impossible, though, to have an all-encompassing grand master plan. Sometimes, you've got to be spontaneous, and sometimes there's no way to predict something happening, and you've got to wing it. Sometimes, you've got to follow your instinct, and let the words flow like water.
And, still, I've found myself knowing deep down that something is inevitable. That it is going to happen, like it or not, and there is no way to stop it. It's going to hit me like a brick and there's no room to move out of the way.
And I never planned how to deal with it. Not once, not ever. I've imagined my world after such a clock-stopping, personally cataclysmic event, but I can't recall ever watching, in my head, the scene where it all goes down. And when time stopped, I rolled with it.
'Cause sometimes, that's all you can do.