The freedom of choice


If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail - Benjamin franklin.
Is it just me or does this quote look dumb to everyone?
Does this mean every person who is not searching for the elixir for eternal life, is committing suicide?
An intelligent guy used his hard earned skill in mathematical modelling to predict his own future and realised life holds nothing of intrigue. So he planned to jump from the seventh floor.
At a different place and different time, another engineer used his hard earned physics skill along with billions of money to create a weapon of mass destruction, that which his competitors in Germany could not create.
All of them planned, but who is it that succeeded and who is it that failed?
Who is it that failed by succeeding and who is it that succeeded by failing?
When success and failure are categorised by a “faulty by default human brain” what is better? To plan and act or to sit and watch?
What if we are the RAAS in a person with heart failure, trying to restore homeostasis, but by doing so, making it worse?
Looks like having a moral compass turned the freedom of choice into a slavery to our own idea of success.
Can we ever escape this enforcement to choose?

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