A time where everything I hoped would happen, actually did?
Can’t remember. There must be few, or more, but overall when does things go as per anyone wants? There is almost never a script in life. And thinking of these just might make one want to cry, so I’ll stop here.
What are you more comfortable with — routine and planning, or laissez-faire spontaneity?
While planning is always the logical step to go about in anything, logic doesn’t always work and at times the pleasure with spontaneity is like nothing else. While I too am at ease with things going in order, in reality I actually like things just happening. But reality is there is never something ‘fully according to plan’ and ‘totally spontaneous’, it always has bit of both (in varying proportions that is).
The Nameless One 