We're born with a splash. Dripping and moist, slippery and soft -- and kind of crinkly -- we enter the world. If we could peer past the doctor and nurses/and or midwife and out through the window towards the horizon, we'd see that there are no shortages of bumps ahead.
Bruises, heartache; you know what broken is. Life is messy, right away.
Messy like the hands of an auto mechanic, or farmer, or carpenter. Chipped and nicked like the hands of a mother. Taped and bent like the hands of an athlete. Liver-spotted like those of a trusted physician.
Messy plus some time repairs, fixes, makes right, wins, heals. Messy plus some time created us.
Stay comfortable with messy.