Blurred.

Proverbs 16 | No Plan No Problem

Act I

I lost my glasses, and can't seem to find them. Yes, I looked. Obviously not very well. My grand plans for wealth, health, and happiness are as clear as the shattered glass fractals on my phone screen. The longer I stare at the blue backlight, the blurrier it becomes. 

Act II

Experience has taught those successful, accomplished people - sitting behind official desks, standing under eyebrow-raising titles, and occupying rooms with other successful, accomplished people - that perseverance pays off, but never in anticipated value. If you train your focus on that chimerical treasure, all else fades to a blurry mess of melting colors. Then, what is life but a moment? Or truth or of failure. 

Act III

My life trajectory is about as straight as the line a trembling hand draws on a spare piece of paper from the passenger seat of a deteriorating car sputtering down pavement last given attention circa 1999. It's not to say I'm not driven- I'm certainly being driven. Driven to what, towards what, for what? Proverbial wisdom says it's not just okay, but incomparably essential to commit my plans to the only One who can answer. 

Still, I can't see well. But I can be well.   

 

Note.

Overthinking.