In the end, it always comes down to a choice.
One between love and peace, passion and happiness. Although I sing loud the praises of love and passion, I tend to choose peace and happiness. Perhaps some of us are meant to stand outside the chaos, admiring its volatile beauty. We're there to remind those inside the cauldron that fire and water are necessary for their growth, and that they will ascend to the heavens with the sweet-smelling steam.
We dance at weddings, bless babies, write great love poems. Seasoning, tasting, adding. Stoking the flames.
We stir the pot.
It's necessary.
