i love scribble - i'm comfortable with it. if i was one of the mr (or miss?) men, i would be the messy one.
(sadly at the end of the story mr neat and mr tidy turn mr messy's riot and exuberance of scribbled pink into a turgid solid pink - nothing going on there)
i love the chaos, creativity and unexpectedness of scribble.
i've been listening to the meditations of psychologist/buddhist tara brach lately and in one of her stories she puts a question to a friend,
"if you weren't being [judgmental/worried/angry] what would you be able to be"?
i asked myself this question - if i wasn't critiquing other people's behaviour how would i be? the answer that came back was "curious"
i think mr messy looks open and curious - the looped lines provide spaces and room to breathe
room to think and not be too prescriptive
with steve jobs death, newspapers are reproducing an address he gave to a graduating class at stanford some years ago. he told them
...[Y]ou can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.
later...
You've got to find what you love... If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
finally and heartfelt...
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
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