A wierd little soup...

Well, I came to a realization of sorts today.

1. We are all insanely mad.
2. We are all the epitome of grace.

I think I lost sight of that for quite a while. In you, in me, even in that guy down the street. I have the ability to be a cruel judge of character at times and of that, I am not proud. Yet something recently managed to wiggle into the neurotransmitter highway in my loftier regions and it must have done some hefty clogging up there. I remembered that a person can be both of those things, one of things, or none of them. The true beauty is that there is nothing wrong with any of the options. There will always be those that slip through the cracks and seek that path, but I think most of us are all part of a wierd little soup that is often ill-defined. I used to remember that and needed no prompting to put it to use. Not realizing that somehow that awareness eluded me, I never noticed that I was putting up barriers. Sensing a perforation in that barrier is like an immense burden being lifted. It gives me the clarity and desire to peer through the precipitate which had settled to occlude my view. I am grateful to catch a glimpse of what I had just come so close to losing. The effort that lies ahead will be in remembering to apply it - for you, me, and even the guy down the street.

For today, I am okay with the wierd little soup.