Life is so complicated - prose

Life is so complicated because we are complicated beings...
Our thoughts and actions are full of contradictions that are hard to comprehend.
Sometimes we say what we don't mean; sometimes we don't say what we mean.
Sometimes we feel so much but take no action; sometimes we do and do without our heart.
Sometimes we do what we shouldn't do but don't do what we should.

Life has so many ironies because we are free-will beings...
Our choices in life may break ourselves or someone else.
Sometimes we love someone so much but that someone doesn't love us as much;
Sometimes we don't love someone that much but that someone loves us so much.
Sometimes we have the real gift in our hands, yet we pine for the gift that's in dreamland.

Life will be simpler if we allow the 'Potter' the freehand to mould the 'clay'...
Our beings may be free from worries about what we should be.
Some of us might not like the molding process but without which the 'pottery' won't be ready.
Some of us might be 'pottery' for display yet all of us would be 'pottery' for special usage.
Some of us might still want to do things our ways, but hopefully most will let the 'Potter' moulds the 'clay'.

- bee

posted Friday, 8 October 2004