Messy

Writing yourself out a mess and the road not taken

Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things. Isaac Newton

Sometimes we live int the land of confusion.

Have every been caught in a conundrum of confusing words.

Some use big words without understanding the mean.

Talke the word Onomatopoeia and the word Obtuse (difficult) or large scientific words like Heterogeneous (composed of different elements).

You are being obtuse.

Heterogenous means your coffee has milk and cream.

Do you know what those words mean.

My favorite word is Onomatopoeia because you get education from it and wisdom and poetry.

We live in a land of confusion especially in words even if you google them or use AI to find the meaning. You don’t know where they came from.

People will use big words to do simple things and think you know what they mean and then when you ask. They smile and say look it up.

Words have always had multiple meanings some words are Greek, some words are Latin. Some words are just there to confuse you.

I actually use Brittanica or find the origins of words. Where did they come and how can words be used.

There is something to said about using simple words to have simple sentences.

There is always something to said about reading poetry and books. Try and learn the meanings of how words can be used differently.

Read Edgar Allan Poe and read how people write with and without adverbs.

Songs are poetry in motion.

You really know more than you think.

You will always not know everything even if you study it for years.

Knowledge is power. People can take away a lot from you but not your education.

Education is not all in books, it is life experience, negotiation and the fact that you have the time to write.

Do what you were born to and don’t waste your life. Be discrete and have faith.

Here is some The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Have a great day!!