Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Plan
I came here without a plan, but I'm not leaving without one.
My dad, at a bakery-cafe after our reserved (no one was there, though) Italian lunch, shared me something that I wrote down in my notebook. (Yes, I had always known that my dad would tell me something meaningful no other dad could say.) This was what a pastor in a sermon he listened to said:
Those who do not plan plan failure. (계획하지 않는 자는 실패를 계획한다. He said this in Korean, so I think it's fair to quote the original.)
And I gave him a high five for that. I think. (Did I give him a high five?) Let's say I did.
I came here without a plan. My plan did not fail because there was no plan to fail in the first place. But I did. I failed.
My dad, at a bakery-cafe after our reserved (no one was there, though) Italian lunch, shared me something that I wrote down in my notebook. (Yes, I had always known that my dad would tell me something meaningful no other dad could say.) This was what a pastor in a sermon he listened to said:
Those who do not plan plan failure. (계획하지 않는 자는 실패를 계획한다. He said this in Korean, so I think it's fair to quote the original.)
And I gave him a high five for that. I think. (Did I give him a high five?) Let's say I did.
I came here without a plan. My plan did not fail because there was no plan to fail in the first place. But I did. I failed.