I have been commonly accused of thinking too much. Collecting data, analyzing information, making predictions. Of competitions, of life, of everything. I was never able to really stick to one side of the fence really, with both sides having their own appeal.

To start off, its obvious that planning ahead is much advocated in much situations. To fail to plan, is to plan to fail. The phrase is uttered so many times that it's beginning to sound cliché. We walk ahead of the situation, covering for as much possible situations as possible, from the major undertakings to all minor details in the fabric. Nothing is unexpected, nothing is out of the great plan. We operate to the highest level of efficiency, we grind to achieve the best results, albeit robotically.

On the other hand, failing to plan, leads to the cropping up of many unexpected situations. We stand to encounter problems that could stand to cripple entire projects, bringing the world crashing down onto the ground.

But I question, what is life, without excitement?

I pity the man that plans everything out in his life. Everything is expected. Everything has been thought through before. Everything has been pre-calculated, pre-planned, pre-empted.

I fear for a life where I always know what will happen before it does. Of course, I do not discount the group that seeks excitement from perfection rather than surprises. To each his own, but at least pick a side.

Here I am, a seeker of excitement, but intrinsically a planner. I couldn't a pick a better oxymoron myself.