Beatrice: …or maybe the world hates me and this is all a conspiracy to slowly break my spirit; sending me into a downward spiral of self pity punctuated by my impending demise caused by the combination of arsenic and little razor blades.   

Yvonne: Bea?

Beatrice: Yeah, it’s me.  

Yvonne: I’m weary.

Beatrice: I just can’t explain it: why it is that I can’t seem to accomplish anything. It’s been nothing but a lack of motivation and when I do work up the energy, everything goes wrong and I’m back at the beginning again.

Yvonne: Are you blaming your lack of performance on shear laziness?

Beatrice: It’s more than a lack of performance….It’s this feeling that…everything in the world pisses me off!! 

Yvonne: Sounds like simple irritability…or perhaps its that lingering bitterness on your palate that has grown stronger over the years as you continue to get jaded and disappointed by a world you once sought hope and beauty in.  

Beatrice: That’s how I feel!

Yvonne: That’s what makes me angry sometimes.  In fact, that’s usually why I’m ever in a bad mood.  It’s just a general sense of pessimism.  But here’s the thing about that.  

The world is just a convoluted mess of people, things, and ideas we’re constantly trying to order into some resemblance of logic, but it simply can’t be done. It’s all too much for any one person to handle, but you strive for it anyway; to achieve some sense of peace with your surroundings, to create an environment in which your head may journey happily throughout the day and rest peacefully at night, but there are snares: tangles and webs forged from the vines of people, things, and ideas that are constantly at odds with each other and thus constantly at odds with your wishes to set them in order.  

Bea, can’t you see?  That there’s nothing that can be done.  We’ve been placed into a world where the plethora of people, things, and ideas is so vast and vastly dissimilar that they may never be resolved.  They’re all there and exist as plainly as you do and the beauty of it is that you are here, able to witness all of this.  You can’t let the snares nip at your heels or the tangles creep up your ankles.  Let them surround you, cross your path as they already do and watch them with reverence and without expectation.  I hope then that you will find that when the mass of the world full of its people, things, and ideas, flows around you and seeps through you, that you are apart of the confusion too.  As lost and without function as the people, things, and ideas but as free to run wildly among it.  As free to collect what you find pleasing from the bounties of life and as free to construct from it, your own paradise.