I love clarity. It’s a must. It’s the altar on which I burn everything fuzzy. Such as fear, doubt and worry but also wishing, hoping and yearning.
Everytime I stopped wishing, hoping and yearning, I profited from the incense of such a burnt offering. It’s very logical: If at this present moment I cannot believe that everything is at its best, there is no point in the future when I will be able to do so. It’s now or never.