Sufficiently Incomplete

He's still working on us.

And that's why we suffer--we know we're not complete, and too few of us actually realize we are STILL enough even though we're all works in progress. Each one of us. Each nation. Each ethnicity or religion. Each category one might choose or be thrown into for the sake of defining and differentiating.

Every agonizing torment humanity has ever faced and is currently enduring is worth it for what we are collectively becoming.

And, yeah, you might not like the lessons.

I know I don't feel like I need to learn anymore about: pain, death, disease, war, crime, hatred, division (or algebra, for that matter).

But if I can sit with all the horrible experiences that man has perpetrated on ourselves and realize it's not my preference--that we can singularly and collectively do better--then it contributes to the macrocosm, one 5-foot-four-microcosm at a time.

We're all helping heal humanity.

With every experience.

We just need to stop thinking like humans and start loving like souls until we finally realize there's only one species in the entirety of existence:

It's called Life.

ALL life.