Life is like an array of threads that come spilling from the spool of experience. Sometimes they end up all knotted together in fuzzy chaos. Most of us spend a good portion of our lives trying to unravel the mess we’ve made. It isn’t fair, we say, these things that have happened to us. These hard, terrible things.
We’ve all been given circumstances, events, and experiences with which we are forced to reckon. It’s like up until a certain point, we are recipients of these realities…and then we come to this place where we really do have to make sense of what we’ve been given.