But you know what? Messy, weird and confusing times will come. And you can do nothing to avoid them. Aiming to teach yourself to be able to stand on solid ground at all times is not only impossible, but also stupid. Essentially you'd want to become a boulder, to stand firm. And to avoid life. In the end, by wishing to avoid the mess means, wishing to avoid life.
How many times have you found yourself with a whirlwind of emotions to sort through and a novel-worth of unanswered questions to ask?
Most of my love comes from my mess. Those rough periods, the doubts, the guilt, the shaky ground and moving sand, the rollercoasters. The sleepless nights and long jogging sessions. The mistakes, the incosistencies and the not-good-enoughs. Then those cleansing tears, the timeless silence and the uplifting void. It is a journey. It offers progress. It gives life a new breath. It fills the heart with gratitude which transforms every molecule within into love.
You have to let everything fall apart, before you can understand what is steadfast in your soul.
The darker it is, the brighter the stars shine.