Plans.

Plans. People make them. People want them. People have them. You decide on plans. You plan on what you're going to do with your life, you plan on what you're doing for the weekend. You plan what's for dinner tonight. You plan on planning, you plan on doing nothing. You plan everything in your life...

... and in a split second it's taken from you. Your plans are destroyed.

Plans aren't stable, they aren't things to go by, because life will always interfere. Fate will intervene, and you are left scrambling for some stability, something to hold onto so you don't feel your life is spinning out of control. So many options, so many horrible options, great options, but options you can't plan on. You have to wait and see, wait until the plans of others can coincide to fit with yours. And wait to see if someone else thinks you should carry on with your plans.

Fuck plans. Plan on nothing, because plans will always be broken. Plan on taking control of your own life, never plan on anything, and always have options available.

And never plan on an educational institution that you've devoted all your money and energy into to ever help you out in any possible way. Never plan on a university to not fuck you over.