
FEAR, stress, FAITH, envy, pleasure, beauty, LOVE, trust, HOPE, hate.
All irrational, yet feared, hated, believed in, trusted, enjoyed, contemplated, and loved always.
Why can't life be logical and clear-cut? "It would be cold?" What's that?...cold? Ha!
It would be EASY, that's what it would be. Perhaps a little boring too, but hey that's not too high a price tag for inner peace, right?
I have this lingering contradiction in me: I know for a fact that if there was only black on the one hand, and white on the other, I would probably spend my whole life blending both in infinite shades of grey. To me, unease in its most vibrant expression. Such a brilliant driving force.
I guess my desperate need for a logical explanation for everything expresses itself in my constant emphasis on relativity. Trying to find patterns in random systems, whilst unavoidably acknowledging the complexity of the task. Trying to reach something simple the hard way. It's all very much like rock-climbing, mind you.
Always -and only- at home away from home.
And that's just wrong, isn't it?
:-)