♫ Listening to: “Redemption song” by Bob Marley
☺ Mood: thoughtful
✉ Reading: “The Great Gatsby”, by Scott Fizgerald
There are various sources of confusion in life, but the main one comes from our relationship with others. The indecision, the mixed-signals, the pride, the incapability of avoiding drama, the fear of change and rejection, the undying hope that others will magically figure out what goes through our mind and deal with it without any further explanation needed.
The thing is, I love explanations.
I love when situations are voiced and problems are solved in a mature way.
I enjoying growing up and I apprecciate the time I spend with others much better when they also opt for the less complicated way of living – one that gives less room to confusion and more to clarity.
Drama is not bad, indecision is not a sin and hoping people will understand you better than your own self isn’t completely beyond comprehension, but wouldn’t it be much better to just engage in an honest confrontation?
I think so, and thus I pray for clarity in my sujud, because confusion makes me feel helpless and misunderstood and I’m sure my days will have a better quality if I stop spending half my time trying to figure out what people “mean”.
I don’t want to interpret what they mean.
I want to be told with clear words.
Otherwise, I refuse to understand.