When I was much younger I used to play pool with my Dad. I had a habit. If I couldn’t find a direct shot I’d go for a ‘Hit and Hope’. I’d just hit the balls hard with the intent that something good might happen.
It rarely did.
Over time, I became a lot less discerning about when I played a H&H shot. I stopped taking the time and effort to find a genuine shot. I’d just give the cue ball a slap and watch what happened. It was easy. It was addictive. It was unsurprisingly ineffective.
It was the opposite of purposeful.
Sometimes you need to apply a large blunt force and hope for the best. But don’t make it a habit.