Bohemia

To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment,
To laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind,
To spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none,
To fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art,
This is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in her outward and visible aspect.
It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment,
This exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion,
And if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices
and lovable faults,
For in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save
that of Hypocrisy.
Her faults are more commonly those of
self-indulgence, thoughtlessness, vanity and procrastination,
And these usually go hand-in-hand with generosity, love and charity.
For it is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well.
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique?
And what is the charm of its mental fairyland?
It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia!
One must choose and find one’s own path,
Be one’s own self,
Live one’s own life.

Bohemia by Gelett Burgess



Sunday, 2 October 2011

Flow - Plan

What is it about planning, really? What is the big deal about it? For the life of me, I cannot understand. If someone do plan his/her life – that is fine, of course. Similarly, if someone chooses not to plan, it should be fine as well, no?
I am not the planning type. But at times, I do make some rough plans. And when even these rough plans doesn’t materialise, I am reminded why I never really make plans.
I find it so complicated, not to mention exhausting. It takes a hell lot of energy to make plans, you know. You got to think it through one by one, look into the details, examined the pros and the cons – so much work!! Arghh.
It is definitely so much easier to just flow. Just like flowing in the sea facing up the sky. The clouds are pretty. Can you see it?
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