Spontaneity : our lost childhood gift

Spontaneity is what makes us humans. Our ability to come up with new ideas, and elegant solutions to our issues gets greatly enhanced when we are open, relaxed, dealing with life without any form of resistance.
As we develop faith in the laws that govern the universe, we learn that life has a rhythm, and that when we resist and stiffen, we throw ourselves out of alignment with the cadence of life.
Water flows elegantly over rocks and branches, it glides underground, and comes out peacefully from between mountains and boulders.
Water befriends its surroundings, easily molding itself into their shape. It doesn’t complain about the unrefined shape of a square pound, or the mundane circular appearance of a lake.
It is too busy flowing, waving endlessly as a creek or as a river, above stones, and under roots, and loose branches, liberally and altruistically lending life to everything on its way.

As we grow older, spontaneity gets pushed out of us through conventions and rigid societal norms, which have their role in homogenizing society and facilitating interaction between individuals of the same neighborhood, commune, village, city or country.

They constitute the grease that lubricate social dealings, but it sometimes unwittingly stiffles us in its quest for propriety and acceptable conduct.

It sometimes in its zeal for appropriateness, makes meek, sheepish individuals out of us. Individuls devoid of initiative or any form of innovative endevour.

A balance where our spontaneity don't ruffle the customs and the convetional rules is a thing to consider and seek.

Expressing ideas that seem outlandish, engaging strangers amd laughing uncontrollably without too much forethought are perfect examples of unpremeditated, impromptu behavior.

Being spontaneous and being reckless are two different things. Let's be responsibly spontanious.