My father was very fond of hair-cutting equipment. He always had one whenever he was gonna be home for a little longer, probably to maintain his beard, or to cut my forever long hair in the process.  From razor rack, blades, hair-cutting scissors, and manual hair clippers to electric machines, he bought them generation by generation.

I remember this one time when I was still a little boy, he came with a new clipper (manual hair clipper). It was the first time seeing one of that kind, nice and very shiny. As it was always the case, he woke me up the next day to cut my hair, that is one of the few good memories I have of him by the way.

He probably had a beautiful haircut he wanted to do with my hair as he had just bought a new clipper. I remember he kept telling me to sit still, but it was very difficult to do so because the damn thing was very painful. You could feel every movement it made on your skin, you'd swear you going to see your skull running blood all over it as soon as it was done. The pain was so great that it felt like he was removing my skin with the hair. Even with the oil that he kept putting on when he realized that I was moving a lot, there was just no difference.

At one stage he stopped and told me to look up straight, he looked at me like any other barber would do, measuring the corners with his eyes. In my mind, I was like, “Yeah, it's almost done”, the suspense of seeing my new haircut piled up. It’s not the chiskop this time as it was always the case with the previous equipment he used to come back with.

Then he took the clipper again oiled it and started cutting. This time he wasn’t cutting for too long without stepping back to look at what he was doing while encouraging me to sit still.

Sadly when we were done, I had a bald head. he tried to get it perfect until he saw no point in leaving any hair on my head and took every inch of it off.

That's the way life goes, you plan this, and you get the results that you didn’t even anticipate. You just go in and figure it out as you go, everything works out just the way you wanted them to. Perfect planning doesn’t guarantee perfect end results, as does the lack of it. We just never fully have control over everything, just a few.

No matter how well you plan, and how hard you try to stick to your planning sometimes, things just go where they intend to. The more you try to make them work, and polish the ends, you just make them worse.

Plan if you must, figure it out as you go if that works for you, I’m not the one to judge people’s decisions anymore because life taught me so much to mind my words whenever I open my mouth.

“It’s all about one day at a time, one day at a time”

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