I like things tidy. I like them streamlined.
I like them simple. And then even simpler still.
But People are NOT things one can tidy up, streamline, or simplify.
People are to BE loved.
And Love is messy.
It is impractical.
It sometimes hurts.
It even goes away.
Far, far away. Never to BE heard from again.
This is what I know to BE true.
So, I like things tidy, but I am BEcoming okay with BEing a mess.