I think it is just our nature to want to make sense of the world. At some point I know I thought I had some control over how the world would turn, or at least the little bit I inhabit. I can plant the right flowers, cook the right food or go to the right restaurant. I can save for college for my child and for retirement. I can work hard and help people while making money. I can take a few pictures and capture a few memories. I can plan for fun events and try to be strong when unfun things happen. I can grasp things within my reach and keep the world calm and productive.
Ha.... Oh boy... was I so so wrong. Evidently the first time my child suffered with cancer was not enough. I had to be taught that lesson again. Nothing. Absolutely Nothing is in my control. Well... the way I react and respond is in my control but other than that it is a free-for-all.
Plan and execute the glorious front flower pot. Watch it struggle and sag and fail. Reasons, many. Should I have known that slugs and snails love, I mean, love the little petunias... Nothing eats Petunias. Wrong, those are just sort of petunias. They have been genetically modified into slug food. In stead of glorious massive beautifulness. I have this is it. So.... what to do now.
This is something simple. Something I know how to do. I have a green thumb. Hey look at this basket..
So, do I swear at the universe, mope because I have lost my green thumb or go try something really different...
We shall see, because in the end it is not up to us. We have no control.