Ay trees an’ forests.

plinky forestWhen I see outside my window what do I see? Trees or forests, well if it is a reference  to the analogy on focusing on too much of details of a situation i.e. the trees, or not seeing  the big picture, well that depends on what I am looking for. Sometimes the tree stands out in a forest; sometimes the forest eats the tree.   What really interests me is not the gorgeous forest but the tree that learns to grow in a cemetery there can be nothing more alive than that.

Each forest has its own personality not like how English woodland is different from Central American rain forest or comparing the tracts of sunderbans with the Western Ghats… they have their own unique gossip, their sounds, their whisper and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres, these cannot be mistaken for each other the voice stays true to those particular trees individual rather than their species.

The analogy refers to the type of people, the people who see the big picture who tend to be strategic, creative and visionaries, may be forgetful, messy and disorganized too.. or those who focus on details, the conscientious, meticulous and exacting, but they also fail to prioritize and lack perceptiveness.  Though my personal take is that we see what we want to see, in one situation where i am confident I might be capable of seeing the big picture if I am not then I will work the details.

A big picture thinker—can solve complex problems by recognizing patterns, they can come up with innovations and re-invention, they hate routine work, errands and form filling. They could run a check list but detail work plan no,

While a detail thinker – is so focused on the details that he could miss the big picture despite being smart. He could be the butt of jokes saying he lacks common sense. He has a tendency to over thinks so much so high lighting notes makes no sense to him. He would rather tweak or edit a plan than come up with it from scratch.

ImageIf you are inquiring about what I see in the physical state then I see birds that nest on the trees, for we live on the edge of a forest I hear the roar of the ocean and see the grey-blue seawater welcoming the green-blue river water.

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