The lust for control and predictability in life force the death of the beauty that is life’s mystery. Ones goal should never be to manage life to remove risk and only color between the lines. Managing life is like presenting flowers in black and white to the love of your life. To be managed is to be marginalized and to marginalized is to be devalued and to be devalued is the heartbreak we all share.

The mysteries happen around us, at a rate that we cannot fathom. The mind cannot make sense of the serendipitous moments that overtake us. The myth that something that beautiful and pristine can be managed is foolish at best.

Only the fool believes that life can be controlled, that they determine the manuscript that life will read from.