Question:
I am living the wrong life. I should have done sciences in college, not humanities. And even in
humanities, I should have gone for a law degree, as my parents wished and not a major in basket weaving. I was supposed to marry Jessica, not Ellen and we were
supposed to live in Atlanta, not Atlantic City. From there on, it only gets worse... What do I do now?
Answer:
You may not want to hear this: All your fears are justified. You are not paranoid. You are probably right on every point. How do I know? Because this
entire world is operating on Plan B.
Of course, there is The Plan. Plan A. The way things are supposed to go. But in the history of the world, there hasn't been a single thing that went
the way it was supposed to go.
Adam wasn't supposed to eat from that tree. Cain and Abel were supposed to talk things out. Everyone was supposed to get along. Things got so out of hand
the first time around, G-d drowned all the specimens and started all over. But things never stopped going wrong.
Take the story of Esau and Jacob. Esau was born with certain challenges, but
he was supposed to have gotten a hold of himself. He was supposed to grow up as
"El Macho Fearless Provider" while Jacob would sit and study. Esau got
carried away with the El Macho part and Jacob ended up having to do the job of
two brothers in one life -- including getting Esau's blessings and marrying his
wife. It took Jacob twenty years to get those two wives out of Laban's lair.
Esau could have taken care of it in a day. Nobody messes with Esau. Laban would
endure some discomfort pinned up against the wall of his tent but Leah would be
Esau's no sweat. But Jacob? Wrong man for the job. But that's Plan B.
Then there's the balagan with Joseph and his brothers -- an exercise in just
how many things could go wrong in one story. Joseph miscommunicated. His
brothers misinterpreted. Judah miscalculated and Reuben missed the boat.
The Exodus seems exciting, but keep in mind that the first meeting with
Pharaoh was a complete, counter-productive disaster and nine out of ten plagues
were effectively failures. And then, when we finally make it to the high point
of the story, at the Giving of the Torah, the people make the grandest blunder
of history with a dumb golden calf. That calf just wasn't according to script.
There is a script, but it never gets played. That's why the Torah starts with
the letter Beit -- the second letter of the Hebrew alphabet. Because
everything in this world works according to Plan B. In fact, if you study the
six days of creation with the classic commentaries, you'll see that not a day
went by without something coming out not quite the way it should have.
Apparently, before this world began, in a time continuum that does not
infringe upon ours by a nanosecond, there were other worlds where things went
right.1 There were worlds where Adam and Eve were good little kinderlach and
didn't even touch the fruit of that tree. Where Cain and Abel were the best of
buddies for all their eternal life. Where Esau married Leah and supported his
kid brother, Jacob, so he could earn his degree in transcendental enlightenment
by meditating in the wilderness. All people were so good and nice, the
world was filled with light, and evil didn't have a chance. Those worlds in G-d's
grand imagination were all Plan A. The Plan.
What happened to all those worlds? Well, G-d looked at each of those worlds
His supreme wisdom had conjured up and He said, "Blech." And He
scrapped them one by one and went on.
Until finally He made this world, where He invested His Infinite
Consciousness into the confines of a frail being that takes one step forward and
falls on its face, where Murphy has more credibility than Newton, where Dear
Derailed marries Ellen instead of Jessica and all the progress of life and
history is nothing but grand rescues from big blunders.
And He said, "Now this is what you call a world!" And He
chose the world of Plan B to become a real world, not just a fleeting
imagination like the other worlds, and here He gave His Torah.
So, you may ask, what is so exciting about a world of blunders, mess-ups and
downright sins? What's up with a G-d Who creates beings who flagrantly obfuscate
His Divine Plan? If it's goodness, beauty, light and wisdom that He wants, why
choose a harsh, dull, dark and stupid world to have it in?
The answer must be that there's something deeper than The Plan. There's the
Master of the Plan. There isn't just a script -- there's a playwright. There
isn't just a score of music -- there's a musician.
Let me put it this way: Let's say you pass by a room and you hear a piano
playing. You stop to listen. You think, "Maybe it's not a piano playing.
Maybe it's a pianist playing."
How can you know? How can you know if you are listening to a piano or
to a pianist?
So you listen a little longer and then you hear it: A blunder. The music
stops. A pause. Then the same bars repeat themselves. Perhaps several times. And
then the music goes on.
"Aha!" you say. "It's a person. There's someone behind the
music." And you know what? The music takes on a whole new depth.
Same with The Plan. There's a G-d behind The Plan. If everything just went
according to The Plan, there would be no room left to discover Him within it. We
would only know a G-d Who is limited by the themes and plot of The Plan.
But when G-d chose The Plan, He didn't choose it because He had to or because
this defines Him in any way. He chose it freely. And He wants that essential
aspect of Him -- that which is free and beyond any form or definition -- to be
revealed within that Plan. He wants the musician to be heard, and not just the
music.
That's the opportunity that comes with every failure -- the opportunity to
reach deeper into the essence of things, into your own self, into Truth. The
failure itself may be a bummer, but the fruits of cleaning it up are more
precious than gold.
That's why Torah enters only our world and no other. There is the wisdom of
creation, there is the wisdom of beauty, there is the wisdom of light. But the
Torah is deeper than all that. Torah is the wisdom of healing, of cleaning up
messes. And that's a wisdom that touches G-d himself.
So, dear Derailed, take advantage. The angels are jealous. They're still
stuck in Plan A.2
