I decided this morning that it's only because I believe that this world is crazy, unpredictable and messy that I'm able to accept the nonsense around me. Very few things in my life, and in the lives around me, make actual sense. Some people reckon we should be following a safe, rational and uncomplicated road. I reckon I thrive on the world's dubiety. Obviously, there are parts of my life I want relative stability in. Relationships and career, for instance - even with those though, I need to periodically take risks to mix things up.
I sound crazy, I probably am. I love it!