the. best. thing.

We all have dreams. Big ones, small ones. Great ones, simple ones. Some selfish, some selfless. Some even silly or downright ridiculous, and we know it, and we say "Who cares, it's my fucking dream?" Fact is, we all dream of the best things. The best position in little league, the best table in the high school lunchroom, the best college in the state, the job with the best pay, the person to best marry. We too make up the best of plans and schedules and timelines to realize all this. We scheme, we plot, and we go out of our way risking all four limbs to reach a satisfaction we blindly seek. And in our determination-slash-desperation to get what we want, we do our very damnedest to follow these plans. But do we ever stop to ask ourselves if these dreams are worth all the hardwork, the time, the almost-religious devotion of trying to make them come true? Because, ironically, sometimes, the best thing to ever happen to us is something that we never planned on. It's just, the trouble with that is, because of our ravenous preoccupation with following the plan to the dot, we sometimes fail to notice that that best thing has been right smack in front of us all along. We may opt to pretend that we do not see it, or we could just be the pitiful stoics that we are, but we could never deny it to ourselves when it happens -- if it happens. And we better ask the hand of fate for some luck, because when that happens, then we're screwed.