My complexity is NOT a problem to BE solved. It is NOT an
equation nor can it BE reduced to any single element.
My complexity is my gift. It is what makes me ME and NOT
someone or something else. It is richer and deeper and far more faceted than
what I can imagine.
And while my complexity does sometimes cause me
sleeplessness and an outrageously prolonged sense of BEing in suspense, it is
also that which gives ME and my Life flavour, texture, and hue.
It is easy to look at all that I don’t know, canNOT DO, have
no awareness of, and can NEVER see clearly and call it complex, even enigmatic.
But that is just a label. A convenience. A reduction. It is
NOT truly my complexity.
To go through Life as though I were nothing more nor less
than a sheet of mathematical problems to BE solved would BE to live in a
shadow, BEyond grasp or really knowing.
It would NOT simplify what is complex nor clarify what it is
that confuses me. It would merely make my Life run-off, the gunk that snow
leaves BEhind when it melts.
My complexity is to BE embraced, invited, and celebrated. It
is to BE enJOYed and it is to BE cherished.
As simple as that.
I love you, Currie
2 comments:
Thank you Currie :)))) Greetings from my complex being to yours :))) Smiles, Anke :)
This is so beautiful and inspiring! Your complexity is a truly wonderful thing! :)
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