Plans. Once quite dangerous to me, the meaning of this word has become, one might say, taboo for me. Since some time ago, I have been extremely picky about words (swalesny dushnila) both in their phonetic, lexical and orthographic meaning and the significance of what is said.
I'm used to answering for my words with deeds. Words also express feelings. Alas, my "problem" has also affected this area of consciousness, which turns into a rudiment without words.
Today, alas, we are often tied to conventions, circumstances and external factors. If what I have said, what I have planned, suddenly falls apart for these reasons, I feel like an empty mouth. A very unpleasant burning inside.
But plans are a handy and simple enough tool to apply in life. They're easier. And you try to react to a question that arises, desire promptly! Immediately! Instead of waiting for day "x" and preparing for the realization of point n of plan A.?
I heard a phrase today that stuck with me, "how everything is not an accident in life". Indeed, everything has consequences. And the consequence of this or that decision or action will be an event that can radically change your life. Years later, you can be grateful to the chance that because of some delay, some unspoken word, you can call yourself happy today.
Planning for spring? Happy holidays, kittens!?