What's my plan?
Why should I have a plan?
Even if I do (and I 'do'), what good does it do me if things change and I can't fulfill the plan?
Why is "having plans" a superior way to live?
Because it typically leads to frustration, resentment, and despair when those plans don't work out?
Because it clouds the mind with hypotheticals that blind you to the needs of others around you?
Or because it gives a person an air of confidence, a certain unnameable 'edge' over others, in a world of constant change and predictable unpredictability?
Did you really plan to be where you are right now? Did you plan to have the exact, concrete children you have, or the spouse you have, or the car you have? Or, conversely, did you plan not to have any of those things you lack?