This week, I’ve learned the hard way that it’s impossible to map life out.
You’d think that after thirty years of such lessons, I’d be well schooled – maybe even have my doctorate – in the subject. But I’m a stubborn little control freak, and so I have to be reminded of reality. Repeatedly.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Considering the future is all well and good and mature, but there’s a giant different keeping it in mind and trying to dictate it. The latter is utterly unattainable, since we never know when we’re going to fall ill or lose our job or find the love of our life or inherit a million dollars.
Too often, life throws both good and bad situations at us without any warning, and we have to adapt to them as they happen. That’s why socialism – which today’s liberalism is trending ever closer to in the form of Medicare and Medicaid and Obamacare and government rules and regulations galore – never works. Ever.
If life is so often so impossible to predict on an individual level, what makes any of us think it can be managed meticulously on a national level?
It’s patently arrogant to believe we have that capability. And if pride goes before a fall, then we’re in for a serious smackdown sometime soon.