It's Complicated

It's messy.

People get sick, people hurt each other.

We fail ourselves, we fail classes and jobs.

We assume motives and create stories

that might not be real.

We become addicted to things...

alcohol, people, technology, 

drama.

We blame, we envy, we pretend.

We all do it, and we all have it.

The complicated stuff of life.

Yet we insist on assuming that other people's lives

are so much easier than ours.

We look at them with longing for how joyful and simple 

their existence must be, when we really should remember

that everybody is struggling with something.

How much happier would we be

if we all could find a way

to uncomplicate

the complicated.

To assume no motive.

Instead forgive the inner struggle.

To give up envy

and water our own gardens so we can

have gratitude for

what is beautiful about our own life.

To love ourselves enough

that we don't have to try to

find it in a bottle, a bag or a bum

 because we

are always going to 

come up empty.

To be brave enough to be real.

Even though real

isn't always pretty.

And to remember

that we are all just trying to

find a dream.

We all have been put here

with lessons to learn.

Our job of life is to learn them.

Not blame others for them.

Not cry and whine because it isn't easy.

Learn them and move on.

Learn them and live.

Learn them and 

thank your lucky stars.

As unfair as it is,

I think those who are dying

are some of the most blessed.

Faced with death, 

life becomes amazingly simple.

Love is all there is.

The rest is just....

complicated.