There is no plan

How’s your bank account looking? Swelling up swimmingly. Maybe. Maybe not!

You’re paying your rent on time? That’s good… and with enough saved you’ll get your house… looking good…

Taking your meds? Well, you slip up now and then, and that’s fine, but you’re chugging along aren’t you?

Oh, you have some vacation photos to share? Wow, that’s real close for a bear, where next?

You did everything right. You did. You really followed through, and I’m thankful for that.

But there is no plan. Your bank account can go to zero tomorrow… or inflated into nothingness. That house you’re eyeing can be bulldozed down for the next commercial district, or warzone, carpetbombing drones. You can get into a fatal car crash, stage four cancer, or armed robbery, quick stabbing. Heart stops beating.

Modernity promises safety and certainty, and even though when you look around it’s obviously not true, subconsciously one can believe it to be. Subconsciously one gets used to the daily programming. But that’s the illusion it sells for your compliance.

There is no safety. There is no certainty.

It’s sold so you keep buying in because it seems like the best path forward. But there is no plan.

You did everything right, but fate may inevitably say otherwise.

Will you wait until you lay there dying, or will you do whatever the hell you want today?