You walk in and you look around. All you see are clothes (some dirty, some clean) collected in haphazard piles all over the floor. Nothing but clutter. It looks like no one has occupied the space in months. You hope that's the case, anyway. How could someone live in such disarray? One with slight OCD just can't understand the notion.
But don't judge a book by it's cover. Some of the greatest things happen in messy rooms. Intellectual conversation, love-making, 'peace-making'... you know. Messy rooms are where people come together and share their ideas. Their experiences. People unify in messy rooms. They unify over commonalities and differences. They unify over herbs that are otherwise forbidden. You meet some people you don't like and others who will change your life forever. Some you might meet will teach you that not every relationship is solid like your own. You'll also meet people who teach you that you should never take mobility for granted because it can be taken away from you in the blink of an eye.
Messy bedrooms solidify your life. They teach you that things can be beautiful and solid, even in the midst of chaos. Hibernating in a messy bedroom for a few hours every night helps you remember that people are broken. They're not together. They're having babies too early, learning about marijuana and sex at age eight, or they're stuck in a 'friends-with-benefits' relationship that they don't want because they're so desperate for something more.
The last messy bedrooms I was in taught me to be more open. They taught me to be vulnerable. They taught me to cherish everything and to value good conversation and dedicated friendships. The last messy bedrooms I was in changed my perspective on a lot of things. I was taught how to love unconditionally and passionately.
No comments:
Post a Comment