Our lives are each individually so complex. We have moments that spring other moments into action and people that add an extra thread into our tightly woven life. It's when you sit and examine the details of your life that you realize there was no way I could have put any of these things into motion.
I don't know how many times I have tried to control the things that happened in my life. I have went out of my way to manipulate opportunities only to see, now how much energy I wasted on something I had no grasp on to begin with. We plan out our lives step by step only to find yourself taking a turn that wasn't on the map you drew out in the beginning. If we draw out our own map in life and stick to it then there is no complexity to existing. What makes a painting complex is the thousands of random colors and brush strokes that make up a extremely large masterpiece. The finished product can only be seen by taking a step back and having each piece fall into it's perfect place. Only when you take that step back, away from the canvas, does the picture come together.
It really does amaze me how complex our lives are and we never had to pick up a brush. We just needed to take a step back and let each stroke fall into it's rightful place. It is finished. So there is no need to try to perfect the Perfecter.
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