'I have a no-plan plan'. I can only recall Jaime's words and smile as I sit at Tanglin sipping my espresso. The sky looks threatening and the air drafts smell of botanic dew, and its queerly beautiful.
A no-plan plan. It is funny how that sits well with me considering I love my job now at strategic planning. But last evening gave testimony to this oxymoronic idea.
After late nights and a busy week at work, I was dying to leave office on Friday evening. But having no plans, I wandered along, soon to find myself at the Substation theatre. A play was about to start. Having absolutely no clue what it was about, I bought a ticket and sat down. The drama unfolded.
And as beauty of randomness goess, the director/actor turned out to be Richard Philip, an old acquaintence whom I had discussions about music some 3 years back. Truly, he is an artist with an artistic soul. Whilst having certain reservations for some elements of the acting, it was a good play in my view.
Some might say this is pure coincidence. Yet even if it were, it would not have manifested if I did not stay open to the possibility of a no-plan plan. Everyday we struggle with making plans and fulfilling them, or feeling lousy about failing in them.
Perhaps I should now spend more time being open to infinite possibilities that surround us. Plans seem to give me some sense of comfort in having something tangible to hold on to, as compared to the airy possibility of random surprises.
But I think I,m willing to take the chance. Take the chance and have more no-plan plans, and smile at the veauty of randomness in a life where everyone seems blindly obsessed with objective atructure.
It has started to rain.And I still continue to smile.
Uncle Ta
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