i am the Atlantic,
i run deep,
life can survive in the darkest parts of me,
i run in different directions,
but my waves follow the moon,
i run into other oceans,
that i can never stray from,
i love everything from myself to infinity
i believe in oceans and worlds beyond me,
with the moon as a guide and the stars as companions
believing is just as easy as knowing,
and i know that i am a soul as deep and as beautiful as the ocean
seemingly endless self – g.c.
I always feel the pressure from others to have a plan. “What’s the plan?”, they always ask. Well, I guess, the pressure is really my own belief that there needs to be a plan for life to run smoothly. If you look at the world and the beauty around you, it all changes so fast. There is no time for silly intricate plans in the naturally occurring world. What us humans forgot was that we are apart of that fast moving world and all of its beauty. We shouldn’t waste life, I, shouldn’t waste life, creating some big plan. The thing about plans is they are so sensitive to outer things. They’re unstable. They’re insecure and inflexible. The only thing you can control with a plan, is how you, individually, follow through with it. You can not control the people or events that interfere with your plan. Plans get destroyed. If you are going to create a plan, create it loosely, and expect that it may need to be adjusted, or that may be entirely messed up. Leave no time for getting angry, if it is messed with. Getting angry would be a waste. Decide what you’re going to do now. Choose your next move. You can’t undo the past, so you mine as well work with what you got. Do not give up, if your plan fails. Fail a million times over, until the end goal, the only necessarily intricate and detailed part of your plan, is met.