There are times that I don’t understand myself at all.
- I love experiencing new things…yet I crave the familiar.
- Ethnic food is my thing…but I also love rice krispie treats and cinnamon rolls.
- I like to run…yet I hate stepping in dirt.
- I want to go and do…and I want to lay on the couch with the kitties.
- I read Seth Godin’s blog every day…as well as People magazine’s online homepage.
- Big ideas…detail deficient.
And that’s just the surface-level.
I suppose all of us are more complex and contradictory than we’d care to imagine.
We all have a disconnect between our idealized selves and our actual selves.
Complexity, though, is a different thing altogether. It is a yes-and, a but-then, an all-none. It’s a is and isn’t, at the same time, that makes us who we are.
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| Source PS – I wish I could go back to my teen aged self and listen with the adult understanding I now have to a lecture on fractals given by a genius classmate of mine. I didn’t understand nor appreciate them then, but now I find them fascinating. |