The relative world is made up of great beauty. The possibilities are endless. And those endless possibilities also include an aspect of life in the world that shows itself as one inanity after another, one irony after another, one joke after another. Who could have ever imagined the preposterousness of life? Who could have imagined that such absurdity could also coexist with all the love and beauty that make up the world?
You might as well develop a sense of humor. Sense of humor was built-in for a reason. You might as well capitalize on it. Take the beauty and love seriously, and let the rest fall where it may. The ridiculous is to laugh at, don't you think? What else should you do with the ridiculousness of life as it is?
It is not exactly that the Universe is up to mischief. Yet the Universe will surprise you and surprise you. Sometimes nothing is as it seems, and the Real and unreal get blended into a work of art called Life, or called Your Life.
Have not unimagined things happened? Both pro and con, series of events slip and slide, entangle and disentangle, rise and fall, and yet, when all is said and done, despite the rip-roaring nonsense, somehow, no matter how splatterdash the playing out of life seems to be, no matter how haphazardly it was thrown together, no matter how the outplaying of life strung you along, no matter what the components, no matter how comedic or tragic — life turns out to be a work of art like no other. It could hang in the Museum of Art. Beloveds, even from graffiti, art can spring. From what can art not spring?
From scribbles, a great life can be divulged.
Cartoons can carry great meaning.
Certainly your life has meaning. Every brick of it has added substance to the whole. Given a choice, you might change this or that, yet you don't know how essential each bit of seeming flotsam may be. Remove a nail, a notch here and a notch there, and you might remove the underpinnings of the life you represent. Maybe your life is perfect just as it is. Maybe, when all is said and done, you would not remove one hair from the head of your life. Maybe it doesn't need grooming or make-up at all. Maybe it is beautiful just as it stands. Maybe you are beautiful.
Will you forget the errors you made and might take back? That too is part of the field of life. Life has a vitality, and maybe every inch of it plays a great song. Maybe your life is made of far more than you have allowed yourself to think.
Your life is a blossoming flower. What else can it be? As you rise, you blossom. There are all kinds of flowers. You do not want to discriminate between flowers. Let each flower that grows proclaim itself beautiful. Proclaim yourself beautiful. What is there to stop you? This is your life. You are the proclaimer of it. Proclaim it well.
You play a part, and you play it well. You play it to beat the band. Your portrayal shows great excellence. Whatever your expression, elegant or ungainly, the play you are in is a hit. It is a knock-out. You are great.
Whatever you have overcome or have not overcome, you are the star of your life, and you deserve great applause. You are creating your life, and you will leave a mark like gold coins on the street.