I’m moving out of my condo unit this month to transfer to the “bigger” house.
As I was fixing my things, I realized that I allowed a blank wall in my room to be taken over by trinkets I have accumulated in a span of 5 years. It now looks like a collage of some sort.
I know I have to fix it and separate the golds from the silvers, the long strands from the short ones but 1)it’s so tedious a task and 2) I’m kinda liking the effect of the “beautiful clutter” it has created.
It’s a whole lot like life. Sometimes you just catch yourself in between crazy moments and arduous tasks that are so painful to go through but give exactly what you need: meaning, depth and substance.
I look back at the past 5 years of my life and I see joy, hatred, triumph, betrayal, and all of those emotions I never even knew existed. But just like the pieces in this cluttered wall, I needed to feel each of those raw emotions to be able to paint a unique piece of artwork called “my life”–my own version of crazy beautiful. La hermosa vida loca!
And as they say–No regrets. C’est la vie. Carpe diem. J’ai une vie incroyable!