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Shit's complicated sometimes.
I like complications, though. What are complications except rough transitions? They're like a big "yes!" when all you really want is a mean "NO."
They're a perfect circle when you want to draw a straight line.
They're the thing you couldn't do, which is why you did something else. And they're exciting opportunities that require a specific willingness to be corrected. When shit is complicated, do you really need to be right? Does a correct action really need to be the root of appreciation? And aren't you allowed to be wrong? And if you're not wrong, then what were you? Were you really right? And if so, why bother to ask?
I like complications. What is easy, anyway? Is it a thing that makes sense? Is it like a plane ticket that I bought months ago and would cost me money to change? Is it an opportunity that makes more sense when the weather is easier than now? Is the risk less tomorrow? What's the risk tomorrow? Less than today? What's today?
So is complicated a state, maybe, to be sought? Aren't complications maybe just really profound realizations? Painful detachments might just be rough transitions. They may just be forced motives. Going left instead of right, but then going right regardless. The two-second delay may have opened a whole new world of opportunities that would have never manifested without your hesitation.
Perfect timing. It's the ideal impossibility. A self-created willingness to move when your body tells you to. An acceptance that sometimes you need to do the electric slide, because the moment tells you it makes sense. Just do it, feel good, and after feeling good you might feel even better.
I like complications, though. What are complications except rough transitions? They're like a big "yes!" when all you really want is a mean "NO."
They're a perfect circle when you want to draw a straight line.
They're the thing you couldn't do, which is why you did something else. And they're exciting opportunities that require a specific willingness to be corrected. When shit is complicated, do you really need to be right? Does a correct action really need to be the root of appreciation? And aren't you allowed to be wrong? And if you're not wrong, then what were you? Were you really right? And if so, why bother to ask?
I like complications. What is easy, anyway? Is it a thing that makes sense? Is it like a plane ticket that I bought months ago and would cost me money to change? Is it an opportunity that makes more sense when the weather is easier than now? Is the risk less tomorrow? What's the risk tomorrow? Less than today? What's today?
So is complicated a state, maybe, to be sought? Aren't complications maybe just really profound realizations? Painful detachments might just be rough transitions. They may just be forced motives. Going left instead of right, but then going right regardless. The two-second delay may have opened a whole new world of opportunities that would have never manifested without your hesitation.
Perfect timing. It's the ideal impossibility. A self-created willingness to move when your body tells you to. An acceptance that sometimes you need to do the electric slide, because the moment tells you it makes sense. Just do it, feel good, and after feeling good you might feel even better.