I've learned that life isn't about fitting everything into meaningful boxes.
It's about gathering the streaks and dots, the moments of blinding clarity and the patches of tangled darkness,
and arranging them with wild, trusting abandon.
It's about using bold color palettes, even when they clash.
It's about allowing a chaotic mess to emerge, trusting that energy and truth, fun and creativity,
will emerge from the glorious chaos itself.
And every time, without exception, the same feeling emerged,
bubbling from that deep, unexpected source:
pure, unadulterated joy.
It's about gathering the streaks and dots, the moments of blinding clarity and the patches of tangled darkness,
and arranging them with wild, trusting abandon.
It's about using bold color palettes, even when they clash.
It's about allowing a chaotic mess to emerge, trusting that energy and truth, fun and creativity,
will emerge from the glorious chaos itself.
And every time, without exception, the same feeling emerged,
bubbling from that deep, unexpected source:
pure, unadulterated joy.