Scurry On

You need to spend a lot of alone time to figure shit out. Like, for example, is anything random? If you could hover above a topographical map of where you've been (and where you haven't been) because of decisions made, you'd see little black ants fanning out toward all sorts of possibilities. In that sprawling, spiralling, back-and-forth and sometimes straight diagram you'd see:

1.) Where the fork in the road you ignored led.
2.) What precisely that sharp word did.
3.) The effect of neglect all in the name of "I've got so much on my plate."

We're unsettled by random occurrences because we didn't see 'em comin'. However, the freight train bearing down on us sees only a little black ant scurrying hither, thither, and yon.