CLARITY
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 … Continue readingCLARITY