Ever face days or situations when you weren’t entirely clear?
Ever drink murky water?
Trust it. Isn’t muddy, flows from city (ie: Flint) waterlines.
We trust in our belief that it is fine.
What is clarity?
Are we happier when we understand, no matter how uncomfortable?
Every day we ingest and assimilate questionable ill-considered products and representations so easily we might be better to trust murky water – not from a water fountain, but drinking directly from a spewing hydrant …
Every day we click ‘yes, I agree’ somewhere, park our car, sign credit card vouchers, car rental forms or deposit our car for service – we become bound by fine print terms we’ve neither read or understood.
Politicians preaching transparency deliver murky obfuscation (ie: Canadian arms sale to Saudis by American company operating in Canada – NAFTA protected, while officials posture over contractual American horses already loosed from their Canadian barn).
Clarity isn’t purity or transparency, but a state of not feeling so confused.
Nothing righted or wronged – just perception, which explains people being clearly wrong or adamantly wronged.
All of everything exists – unless we make something new. Easy to understand if we are talking about inventory of things, quantities of matter or volume of energy.
What about our thoughts, ideas – and all things we might create – from nothing. They are no less real.
Are we happiest feeling clear, even though we might be egregiously wrong?
Clarity isn’t something tangible we hold in our hands, but illusion we hold in our head.
My head is clearer.
Tap water, not so sure.
Clarity isn’t a thing, and it isn’t often real – but believed. Or not.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 2C/35F, calm, crisp and quiet – a transport was unloading vehicles at the car dealer which any boy likes to watch, but Gusta wanted to sniff along and eat fresh grass shoots ...