Thank God for complexity; else we wouldn’t have miracles!

I don’t like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions.” 

— Charles Bukowski

There is something intrinsically interesting about complexity. I love complexity for its complexity. I like that it’s not perfect, it’s not pretty, it can’t be tied in a neat little bow, it’s messy, and raw and rude and rough, and yet so fucking beautiful. 

Complexity teaches us that no one can be purely good or purely evil, we all have elements of good and evil in us, and the best part about that is that at the end of the day, no one’s off the hook, everybody is flawed, everybody makes mistakes, and everybody lies. 

Complexity makes me believe in miracles. It tells us that two people who are born in two different parts of the world can meet each other, and completely relate to each other. How beautiful is that? That no matter how different we look, walk or talk, we can all agree that the fourth season of Community sucked! 

In complexity there is truth, in truth there is complexity, things are never as easy as they seem, and that is the fun of it, that you can never be sure of circumstances, never be sure of yourself, and that is the point, to commit to things even when you don’t know. 

And that is also called courage 🙂

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