If life doesn’t go according to plan

Maybe you didn’t have one,

Maybe you didn’t need one,

Maybe there is no plan,

Divine or otherwise.

Just an evolving chaos of possibilities

Bounded by the physical restrictions

Of this reality.

Planning life

Is like reading from a script,

Or sheet music at the piano,

Real life

Is speaking from the heart,

Improvising a melody

Never heard before.

The evolving harmony

Of the song of the world

A choir with no leader,

Stories unique

That overlap

And depend upon each other.


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