When I was growing up I was often told that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I developed a robust disdain for unfulfilled intentions and a drive to not simply hope to do things (or say you will do them) but to actually make them happen. Imagine my surprise when intention found its way on to the quick fire list of things that I jotted down as I was envisaging what I wanted 2012 to look like. What with moving to a strange country, learning a new language and trying to get to grips with the plethora of cultures that co-exist in the metropolis I now call home, the last three years of my life still register as a bit of a whirlwind. During this time I learnt that when I let life go into overdrive a lot happens and gets done but inevitably in autopilot mode. This year I hope to live with intent, to not simply let events and experiences whisk past me but to take time to appreciate the friends, family and countless other blessings that enrich my life everyday.
And when things do not go as intended from one day to the next I will try and remember that as Douglas Adams said, “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be,” or as Ursula K. Le Guin puts it, “it is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” I think of intent as an ongoing reminder to live with my eyes, ears, heart and mind wide open.
A girl that I met in Lisbon, Sofia, told me how they used to use the tiny tiles on the squares as a method of census in the city so I thought I would share this picture in an attempt to tie all these threads of thought together.