I am a city, inside of me there are many people, with different quirks and personality, with different needs and trades, with different interests and incentives. The minotaur is one of them, but he also transformed into a beautiful stallion, a tall hairy man of wild upbringing. There are many other people there and the organisation of the city is pretty interesting. You are a city. We are all small cities. Organised interestingly the communicated with intricate networks of relationships and trade. Someone should write an “Invisible Cities” book like Calvino one but this time the cities are people that the author met in their life, or maybe this was actually the intention that Calvino had and I understood it only now. Anyway, let’s go back to this idea that I am city and so do you. There are many people living in this cities. This itself is a wonderful metaphor that I love very much and if you tried you would love it to. We built this city on rock and roll. My stream on consciousness (meta comment) is starting to slow down and I am starting to feeling tired. How long have I been writing for, perhaps half an hour. Anyway, let’s go back to the idea that I am city. I am a very beautiful city. There are so many amazing things going on every day. There are parties. There are people falling in love. There are competitions. There are exhibitions. There are shows, and trades. But sometimes also massive panic, and fear, and horrible crisis that scare almost everyone. But the big questions is how is this city organised? How does it hold together? What holds the people together? Is that what eventually I could call my identity. Whatever, that is, I am sure that it is pretty wonderful and amazing, because that’s how it definitely feels. Being a city, I didn’t know that it would feel so fucking wonderful.
The minotaur, one of the most recent dwellers that went under the spotlight lately, carried a message with himself, and important message that the whole city is listening to. The message is that “dreams need practical plans to come about”. The message is that we can cook up and imagine things, but we also need energies to enact and organise those imaginations to make things come about. The city, the people, myself, everything, evolve regardless, evolves always and unstoppably, but we can play with that evolution, we can dance with it and guide it to go into directions that we want to explore and learn more about. Which is related to what I was saying the other day to myself and Amir, craft goals, directions and achievements, towards things that you want to experience for things of it, because you are curious about experiencing them. That curiosity is the fundamental backbone of human achievement and constructions. Or as the Greek gods put it: “wonder is the sole beginning of philosophical wisdom”
Where does good organisation emerges from? It emerges from curiosity and desired, combined with discipline and delicacy. It emerges from the desire form masquerading one selves at skulls from Cinco de Mayo and making it happen with gently focused dedication. It emerges from wanting to realise something enriching and unseen with ones’ partner and making it happening by persistently digging around. It emerges from wanting to experience organic growth and interest and getting passionate about people. It emerges from controlled chaos, or maybe not. Chaos is the antidote and the alternate current to that. Abandonment is. But there are moments of discipline and focus. Moments where we elevate the path to the destination and embark on the road for a little while. If its endless and violent, it will leave us thirsty and unhappy, and there is a chance that I have developed a little PTSD for achieving and doing things and now it is becomingly increasingly hard for me by day, especially as I let myself abandon and embrace chaos during other parts. And there they come, out of the blue, my small challenges and projects, writing 100 introspective posts and meditating for 100 hours. They are coming about, although slowly and sometimes not so diligently. But do I want to add something on top of that. Well, there is becoming an RWEB owner at Twitter as well as shipping Tweet analytics M2 as well as other products. But I also want to train the fundamental version of others skills, which aren’t just about coding, but maybe even more about product, design and entrepreneurship. But what’s that? 100 products? 100 design challenges? What’s the direction, what’s the practice? What’s the organisation that channel these energies above and beyond the fence. And is there even one? Maybe there isn’t one, maybe there is just me, sitting in this train couch, surrounded by people and music writing words not knowing what’s next but slowly and gently putting together the blocks and little part for that to come together, and I don’t know what shape it has nor how I am supposed to sculpt it but I am welcoming the instructions. Gimme instructions, gimme a plan, and we can make that happen. This is a request, perhaps a pray, perhaps an intention, but what it undeniably is, is a the present moment, in all its imperfection that will slip to the next, and where is the all organisation in that?
The organisation is inside my head, the organisation is in my mind like everything else. It comes down from seeing it around me. It comes down to observing, taking note and spotting patterns. Each of these letters follow its predecessor in a sense of logic and meaning. I can bring organisation about in the very same way. I am here, dancing with life, at every second. Few moments ago, I was liberated by chains I didn’t wanted to wear. As expected, I started dancing furiously as soon as I was free. Direction didn’t matter, companions didn’t matter, style didn’t matter, curves didn’t matter, shapes didn’t matter. Nothing mattered other than celebrating that freedom. Nothing mattered other than celebrating that liberation with the energies that were available. But now some time passed, and the chains are more of a memory than anything else. The marks on my wrists started fading away much like the marks in my mind. After dancing furiously in celebration of my freedom for a while, I started wondering how much more there was that I could do? The limit is only the sky, they say. And that’s when I realised that doing more than dancing furiously required some discipline. Nothing major, nothing crazy like the chains I used to wear. A different kind of discipline altogether, a gentle persistence. A collection of small decisions and habits. A protective care for what can be created which avoids always ending up in the vortical destruction of fury.
The curiosity and care of the little things that are present brings about a desire for not destroying them and for developing them instead. This feeling is crucial in helping developing a mindset that organises dream in way that they can come about. The feeling is the why and the motivation. And there is also a how that goes together with this why. This how starts with LISTS. Nerds make lists. Lists of what to do, lists of observations about interactions, lists of feelings, lists of events, lists of components, lists of projects, lists of ideas. Nerds make lists that are the backbone of organise. Nerds make lists and lists are the backbone of organisation of thoughts. Together with lists is flow, that brings some items from lists, so called gems, into being. Lists and flow moment. Lists and flow moments. Lists and flow moments. Little patches of reality that are present that we want to see evolve. List them all.