The non-plan

This is what I’ve noticed: to think that a creative outcome could be planned ahead is foolish. That is not how creative process works. It works like this: you pick up a pen/paintbrush/camera, and you start from somewhere, nowhere, anywhere. And then you watch the magic happen. The end-result: unknown.

I’ve let myself go loose, letting go of the control lately. Like this:

Here I am,

Easter feels like forever.

Sound of silence, sound of peace.

This feels like nonsense,

but I have to try.

This poem of mine,

poem of freedom.

It’s hard to accept that not everything is great,

that nonsense has its place,

and what a place that is.

When did I start taking life so seriously,

when did I lose that sense of play,

play that is a great joy.

Yes.

Just like that, word after word. Embarrassing maybe – especially if you take yourself and your work too seriously – and definitely not what I intended when I started typing, but this so called poem opened a gate, and something else will come out of it. Perhaps this could be applied to most things in life.