This is an interesting topic because life is a fusion of planning and accident. Everything we do has an intention (or plan). Even getting up and going to pee is a plan. But accidents happen. You can slip on the bathroom rug. OH..NO…WHY ME? Make accidents part of your plan, as if you chose them. Then you will never be a victim.
We think on on a train track of thought from here to there. Only one track possible, only one plan. When I arrive I will be a winner. My plan will be complete and I’ll feel complete. But then something derails me. There is something to blame for my derailment. I rail at the intentional or accidental derailment. But what does it matter if the derailment was intentional of accidental; the results are the same. My plan is derailed.
But my lens is too narrow. I think in a straight line. Live is a meandering river, a plan fused with accidents, but always going home to the ocean. Like on a GPS navigator: no matter how many wrong or accidental turns you make, you are always going home.
Putting a wide angle lens on my mind, my life course is now both plan and accident, and a funny thing happens when I include the accidental—the interruptions, the foolish mistakes, the stumbling and the bumbling—that the accidents become the unexpected insights and greater understanding of my life. The goal of life is not to get to the end of the track in a hurry, but to expand understanding, and understanding can only be expanded by accidents.
The most damaging words in the world are “IT should not be like this.” How can the. cosmos be any different than it is? How can this moment, which is this present moment as the Cosmos expression, be different. The whole of creation of the Cosmos from the Big Bang to this moment has gone into the creation of Just This. It is only when we look at it in the rear view mirror that we can say: It should have not been this way.
But is this this way. This accident has been inevitable. And there is no single cause. Try tracing a cause back. Everything influences everything. You can’t draw a line and say this is where it began. Every moment is the Big Bang rippling outward, ever expanding. Every moment, every single point in space/time is the center of the universe. You are the Center of the Universe. How could this not be?
And yet with another lens you are not the center, but just a thing among things bumping into each other, hugging and hitting each other. Our lens is too narrow and we can’t see the bigger picture that includes both plan and accident.