messy

Yesterday I had a conversation with a young friend of mine who said that he thought that if he worked hard and did what he was "supposed to" then life would easy. He had been depresssed for a while and struggling with a major decision and no clear answer was in sight. I explained to him that it never works like that. Life is messy, but it is oh so rich. Life is sorta like a jamoca almond fudge ice cream cone. There is no way to participate without getting at least a little messsy. But it is Oh SO worth it.