Clarity, as I reckon it, is the fine day you stop trying to paint the world in your favorite color and just see folks for who they are. Not who you dream they might be, not who they’ve promised to become, but their unpolished, plain-as-day selves. Warts, quirks, and all. You can’t always count on them to act in your favor, and you’d best not expect they’ll hand you the moon on a silver platter. People are free agents, drifting through life like cosmic tumbleweeds. They bump into each other, kick up a fuss, make something new, tear it apart, or just keep rolling along, completely indifferent to your plans.
Now, whether it’s love, business, or plain old friendship, here’s the rub: you don’t have much say over what these free agents will do. You can sit across the dinner table from someone for twenty years, thinking you know the corners of their heart, but let’s be honest—human minds are deeper than any well and twice as murky. You can toss a rope down there and holler all you want, but you’ll never hit the bottom.
The best a body can do is this: understand them if you’re able, predict their moves if you’re clever, and see if your paths line up for a spell. When they do, savor it. Walk hand in hand, share the road, and enjoy the view. But don’t get too cozy, because there’s always the chance of someone veering off course, or worse, smashing into you like a meteor and sending you both spinning off into the void. Trouble, my friend, has no need of an invitation—it’ll find you soon enough without your help.
True clarity isn’t about bending others to fit your plans; it’s about freeing yourself from the notion that you have to. Let people be who they are—not who you hope they’ll turn into, not who they’re pretending to be, but their honest-to-goodness selves. And while you’re at it, do yourself the same kindness. Stop twisting yourself into shapes to fit someone else’s expectations. Be you, no apologies, no explanations.
People, you see, are like wandering stars—each with their own orbit, their own gravity. They collide, create, destroy, and rebuild, and not a one of us can stop them. And love? Real love isn’t about lassoing the other star to keep it close. It’s about recognizing its brilliance and letting it shine beside you, free and unbound. No masks, no pretending. Just two free agents, gliding through the chaos, sharing a little warmth along the way.
So here’s where I stand: I don’t need to be anyone but me, and I don’t need you to be anyone but you. I don’t want the idea of you, and I don’t want you to love the idea of me. Let’s drop the masks, cast aside the expectations, and meet each other as we truly are—no more, no less. Because that’s all any of us can really give, and if we’re honest, it’s all we truly need.
So here’s the deal, plain and simple: I’ll keep my orbit steady, you keep yours, and if our paths align, we’ll make something beautiful of it. No need to crash into one another, no need to yank each other off course. Let’s just float along together for as long as the universe allows, loving for love’s sake, free to be ourselves, and free to simply be.
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