Everything led up to this point.
There really didn't seem to be a plan,
one thing just led to another.
Or, when the plans were followed,
the desired results ended up being not so desirable.
Or the plan changed when real life happened.
Change is good to prevent boredom,
but can be upsetting to the comfort of routine,
even when the routines are not exactly comfortable.
What calls now?
The sea, desert, mountains, forests?
A tent, trailer, cottage, or a high-rise?
The Brothers Grimm, The Grim Reaper?
Death as a companion is a good teacher, a master.
How should matter and energy behave, indeed.