only a dead fish goes with the flow

Sometimes personal plans have to take a back seat and be put on hold just so one could respond to the call of the situation. Such is the tune of my music recently. I’m not new to this though, it has always been my way of proceeding.

So many times I was told that I am so idealistic and so impractical. I could give up a work overnight without securing an employment first. I did that thrice in less than a decade, and I never regretted any of it. It led me to new environment and made me meet new people I’ve grown to love. I can also let go of attachments and relationships I have spent years building when I think it’s necessary. Others think I’m an escapist, a runner. I’d say I’m just a man of discernment. So that when life calls me to hold on, I stay put, I give my all. But when the time comes that I have to move on, then I let go. Even if sometimes it would mean getting shattered into bits and being broken into pieces. The holding on is the easiest part, the letting go is the hardest. Yet both are necessary, for me to grow, and for others to grow.

As much as I admire people who can keep their focus on their set goal whatever happens, I see life to be quite dynamic. And in order for me to live it to the full, i have to have an ounce of openness to the unforeseen changes and be ready to make adjustments. Come to think of it, the best things that happened to me were those that I did not plan.

Now, I’m not saying all of my decisions are sound. I also have my shares of impulsive choices which led me to suffer a lot. One in particular was when I gave up on a relationship that could have been my meaning. But whether my choices would bring me to good things or otherwise is not the point. The point is to grow, to learn, to be alive. It’s either make a choice or cease to exist. I choose to make a choice.

After all, only a dead fish goes with the flow. And I’m not a fish! Pag xur!