Random can go fuck itself.
Random?!
When I plan;
Nothing is random.
When I prepare;
Nothing is random.
When I swim;
Nothing is random.
I don’t know random.
Random sounds to me like a trail to hell and failure.
That is for sure not where I am headed.
My trail goes through planning, testing, correction and re-testing.
Over and over again.
Repeated to perfection.
Always looking for ways to improve.
Always critical to planning.
Always critical to training.
Always critical to equipment.
What if?
When my plan and I are ready;
there shall not be any what if´s left.
Not one single stone will be left unturned.
No challenges are to be hidden.
For my plan and I shall withstand them all.
Random.
I don’t know random.
Random can go fuck itself.
What I do know is;
the trail to mission accomplished.
That is what I know.
