FMK - Planning for your future

So your Nana came to town today. She is visiting us, and you, and going to the ultrasound to find out if you are boys or girls. She brought along some of your mom's old school yearbooks. Your mom was a cutie. ANYWAY, the entire time we were looking at them all I could think about was what your stories will be. And how my plans may or may not be in those stories. You see, when looking at a yearbook, you remember things. Some things are good, some are bad. Some are the types of stories you will continue to tell the rest of your lives. These are the stories that you probably don't want to tell mom and dad, at least not until they cannot ground you any longer. Than there are other stories that make you sad. People you were friends with, or that had some bad shit happen to them. We all have those stories. And the funny thing is, all of those stories are the same. In every school across the land there are the same exact stories. Yet, they are so personal to us. The things that happen while we are in school, or at least at that age, define who we are. There is some pivotal shit. And most of it you do not remember until you see a yearbook. Those people who influenced your lives, like my friend Billy who showed me the Herbie Hancock album Headhunters, or Justin who introduced me to Taosim, those people exist in this perfect little bubble of a memory. And the reason I find this interesting is because I now realize that they had parents. Now, that sounds silly on the surface but, they had more than moms and dads. They had people who planned their lives, who tried to guide their children to do certain things. These people sat and thought about their children's lives just like I am thinking about yours. And they made plans. Grand plans that involved their children being great people. And I wonder, as I look at a yearbook, did those plans work out? How much control do I really have? I know that I have influence, I know that. But control is kind of this intangible thing we think we can measure, at least in terms of children. I guess what I am trying to say, and yes I realize that this is a disjointed post but I am very tired, is that I don't think I am going to make many plans. I am going to be and you are going to be. Hopefully that works out alright and you become the people that are remembered fondly when a yearbook spine is cracked open and those memories flood back. I just realized this tonight. My plan is to be. I guess I really am a Taoist at heart. Thanks Justin.
PS - Nana brought me a rock-on t shirt. Nana rules! It is seriously the bees knees.