Nah. The more things are out of control, the happier I can be. Especially in matters of love. In love, it is that magical connection you feel to the other person whether you are with them or not, and it is completely out of control. Love is a constant improvisation, just like life. I think of them both like surfing. The wave is constantly changing and you have to constantly adjust in order to stay on top of the water, and when you get a good ride, it is absolutely exhilarating!
Even when you get dumped head over heels into the wave, and you get your head knocked on the bottom and sand burn, it is good. You get back up on your board, and you try again. That exhilaration is the greatest high of all. Maintaining it is a serious challenge.
I don’t really try for control any more. I just try to set up the wave as best I can. My control is best when I dance perfectly on that wave. Obviously, perfection is very difficult, but it doesn’t have to be very perfect at all. It can be a mess and still make me happy, because I love the process.
Sometimes life throws all kinds of roadblocks in your way. You forget a passport or your partner forgets a passport (which has happened twice in my life). You catch the wrong train. You lose track of the road and end up somewhere in the middle of a vast city with no idea how to find the highway. Your plans are a shambles, but you just keep on going. Somehow, you get to where you wanted to be, and it is all the sweeter for having to surpass these barriers—plus you get to feel cool about yourself since you able to deal with all that shit.
I almost feel like there’s no point in planning how to reach a goal. It’ll never be the way you planned. Never. Maybe all you need is to select a goal and then go. But not really. Planning is important, even if you’ll never follow the plan. It helps you understand intermediate goals.
Then, it really helps if you give up your attachment to the goal. If you define your success or happiness by whether you achieve your goal or not, you limit yourself terribly. You may also doom yourself to unhappiness. I’ve learned not to care too much about whether I reach a goal or not. Wherever I find myself, that’s where I want to be. Then I’m happy.
Even when I was so depressed I wanted to die, there was an element of happiness there. I think that enabled me to embrace my situation, which enabled me to survive it and get better. I’ve learned not to fight the detours. If I follow them, wherever they go, there’s a good chance I’ll get more out of them than if I had stayed on the main route.
I love side roads. I love detours. They make for the best stories, and they make happiness even sweeter than it could possibly be.