“Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes.”-Walt Whitman
Someone once told me that I was a walking contradiction. I think she meant it as an insult, but it doesn’t feel like one. I’m OK with not being consistent. Life is really complicated, and we are all walking reflections of where we’ve been and where we’re headed. To be consistent, to be monolithic, is to ignore the details. And we all know the best part of trips are the details. The random old lady selling oranges off of the highway. The way the dirt changes colors west of the Mississippi. The back-country mountain roads so narrow you have to listen before charging around the bend.
Maybe you can relate?
The world is messy and beautiful and filled with contradictions. Sometimes it’s crappy and sometimes it’s hilarious. But mostly, it’s both. This is how I’ve been navigating through.