Oh! How much I loved making plans. Neat plans, colourful plans, flowcharts, elaborate plans, plans on white board, notebooks, diaries and now digital planners like the Google calendar. But in as much as I was an enthusiastic planner, my energy somehow fizzled out pretty fast chasing those plans. Rather, I got bored with a routine soon enough in my venture. Earlier boredom set in after awhile but now I seem to get bored faster. So, instead of keeping up a plan for a day or two, I have ended up just outright negation of the plan. It seems such an unnatural thing to do - this planning. I have just plain given up!
During the past few weeks as the human race feels the heat of nature's wrath and stands helpless and humbled by a less than 500 micron half-liver, I really wonder why we plan at all. Instead, why don't we invest the energy and creativity in coping with what life springs up the next moment?
Full of surprises, taken unawares, living fully in the moment, direction-less. Sounds scary, or is it really? In any case life seems to have its own plans. Sometimes there is a point of convergence with our expectations, but mostly we seem to be out of sync. Then why not just give up trying to take control, while you are under the ship and instead celebrate the uncertainties of life?
Do write in with your thoughts....
During the past few weeks as the human race feels the heat of nature's wrath and stands helpless and humbled by a less than 500 micron half-liver, I really wonder why we plan at all. Instead, why don't we invest the energy and creativity in coping with what life springs up the next moment?
Full of surprises, taken unawares, living fully in the moment, direction-less. Sounds scary, or is it really? In any case life seems to have its own plans. Sometimes there is a point of convergence with our expectations, but mostly we seem to be out of sync. Then why not just give up trying to take control, while you are under the ship and instead celebrate the uncertainties of life?
Do write in with your thoughts....
