I'm not the tidiest person in the world. Nor am the messiest, but probably I have a higher tolerance for clutter and apparent mess than many of my friends. I'm not bothered by messy homes, mine or those of my friends (after all, I'm more interested in them than in their houses). Dirty clothes/floors/bathrooms bother me, messy don't. Also, if I ever visit your home, I will not criticize you for your home not being in perfect order, nor will I be offended if you visiting me feel an irressistible urge to organize my things/kitchen/cupboard.
Only recently have I realized that this is actually a gift in disguise, or rather the flip side of a gift.
I am also good at seeing structure underlying an apparent chaos; I can see patterns emerging and similarities popping up easily, unfazed by the clutter that might surround them. I'm delight in spotting talent and beauty in all sorts of places, again not bothred by the disorder around them.
I like having people in my home, regardless of the mess they make. And just like I can see the order that one day will be even in my house, so, in the lives of many, I can see structure, talent and beautiful patterns even when they are still buried underneath a lot of immature chaos. The downside of this all is, alas, also a very present reality: do I tolerate the present chaos simply because I childishly believe one day it will be no more, simply because I can see what it could be?
As always, beauty might lie in the eye of the beholder... and sometimes order too!
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