Chart: (n) a sheet of information which is a diagram
My brain sometimes pauses, not yet convinced of the validity of any particular opinion. In other words, I could argue it either way.
In my personal life, I’m very organized. At least, I think I am. Yet there is a vanity to even stating such a mercurial thought as a fact. Am I
organized? Or just more organized than the person next to me?
Yet I do get around human travelers who insist on living a totally spontaneous life, and to some degree it works for them. They’re always looking for surprises, luck, miracles and good fortune to blow their way, but there is a certain charm to their presumption.
It begs the question: can organisms be organized?
The classic line of defining futility by comparing it to herding cats is true with almost every creature. No living, breathing animal on the face of the Earth likes to be told what to do. Yet each one, in some strange way, finds a plan of action that keeps them from being cold in the winter and too hot in the summer.
So what is the power of charting our lives to such a degree that there is little awareness of the element of chaos (which certainly will arrive)?
I think it may just be as simple as realizing that a line item which appears on our “Things to Do Today” list may very well still be there next week.