The Once In A while Spontaneity.



"Life happens when we are busy making other plans." — X

One of the disadvantages of being highly organized is that such people often miss out on the fun. Not that I'm saying being precisely organized is bad, but there are some people who overdo it. And one day, they'll wake up and realize just how much they've missed out on.


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I had a lazy day yesterday and watched a lot of movies, which is unlike me. One of the movies I watched was The Princess Switch. I had watched it before, but it was still interesting regardless. And one thing it pointed out was the need for 'once in a while spontaneity.'

Every now and then, it's okay to let go of your inhibitions and go with the flow. It shouldn't be intensity and productivity every day. For people like myself who keep a tight schedule, it's okay to take an occasional break.

In the words of Meredith Grey, "A carousel never stops moving." And just like that, life goes on—each day, and every day.

Dearest reader, don't just pass through life. Endeavor to experience all of it.

It doesn't have to be an everyday habit, but make it a habit to be spontaneous, and do try utterly outrageous things so that you won't wake up one morning with the realization that you really haven't experienced life, and that you'd be so rigid.

@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.




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