The Complexities of Being Human

Just happened on a site that has anonymous secrets that were delivered by postcards.

I have never seen a work that does such a job of expressing the complexity of being human. Joy and pain, reason and madness, celebration and regret. But mostly pain, madness and regret. I suggest this comes from our fundamentally optimistic nature. Most people believe they are entitled to some goodness in their lives. When they don't feel there's enough goodness, it's a painful experience.

I'm not sure what my secret would be. Perhaps this: I cannot deny the spiritual force that protects me from the consequences of my failures.

I have led a charmed life. I have survived dangers and risks beyond the imagination of most. I have escaped from scrapes and scandals with barely a scratch. (The police do know who I am, though.) I'm not as talented as many of the folks I work with. When my purpose in this life is fulfilled (whatever it may be), I imagine cosmic forces are gonna come collecting on all those delayed payments. You can cheat the house for a while, but when you get caught, they're gonna break your fingers.

Being Human is Complex and Wonderful. Don't waste it.

Stop reading this crap right now and go hug someone. Then check out the postcards.

Hoo-Hah!