There are spontaneous people and there are planners.
I consider myself to be both. I make elaborate plans as to how to reach where I want to get to, but the plan is a fluid, and keeps changing with every moment, as time changes all variables on which the plan was based. In matters of education and career, I believe this worked well. I spontaneously decided I wanted to be an architect, but along the way I managed to switch to finance, live in the middle-east, learn spanish and move to Madrid. I owe a lot to the fluidity of the planning.
But the most beautiful parts of my life were never planned. Those came from the heart, from a deeper passion. The best of my writing and diwali rangolis came to life without any process at all. They were completely spontaneous. I did not know what would be the point of the next paragraph or where the next line would go. There were no decisions, only surrender to what felt right. I suppose that is how Sood, my friend who is an amazing graphic designer, is so great at what she does. She just picks up a pen, and starts drawing without ever going back to edit anything. She sticks her tongue out and just draws, one bold line after the other, without hesitation, until she completes it, to stand back and look at her work with great pride. I have not her talent, spontaneity or complete abandon.
But with one of the most important aspects of my life, I let my brain rest and follow my heart, and I know that what comes of it will be beautiful beyond mundane comprehension
I consider myself to be both. I make elaborate plans as to how to reach where I want to get to, but the plan is a fluid, and keeps changing with every moment, as time changes all variables on which the plan was based. In matters of education and career, I believe this worked well. I spontaneously decided I wanted to be an architect, but along the way I managed to switch to finance, live in the middle-east, learn spanish and move to Madrid. I owe a lot to the fluidity of the planning.
But the most beautiful parts of my life were never planned. Those came from the heart, from a deeper passion. The best of my writing and diwali rangolis came to life without any process at all. They were completely spontaneous. I did not know what would be the point of the next paragraph or where the next line would go. There were no decisions, only surrender to what felt right. I suppose that is how Sood, my friend who is an amazing graphic designer, is so great at what she does. She just picks up a pen, and starts drawing without ever going back to edit anything. She sticks her tongue out and just draws, one bold line after the other, without hesitation, until she completes it, to stand back and look at her work with great pride. I have not her talent, spontaneity or complete abandon.
But with one of the most important aspects of my life, I let my brain rest and follow my heart, and I know that what comes of it will be beautiful beyond mundane comprehension
