It’s Complicated

What’s something most people don’t understand?

Most everything. The older I get, the more I know that I don’t know or understand. People, existence, life. I also know that I don’t need to figure it all out to live and be kind or to find joy.

I learned this recently. I learned that I don’t have to understand a person to love them. It’s not a requirement. It probably never was. (I should have learned this when I had teenagers) I don’t have to have a way to explain why things happen or why things are the way they are. My happiness, it seems, has nothing to do with figuring everything and everyone out.

I think it’s perfectly fine that most people, myself included, don’t understand stuff. Aren’t we all too complex to be completely figured out anyway? I’d say so. We are complicated beings, living complicated lives, in complicated society. I rather just love us and go on with my life.