I noticed that while reading I easily stick to many opinions, which all seem to be true, even if some of them are completely opposite to each other.
I have written a text about how wonderful motherhood is. I still agree with that.
And one day I read an interview with a writer Rachel Cusk saying that a woman dies while becoming a mother and that there is nothing creative in maternity. I agree too.
I’ve already recognised that judging people is always nonsense because you never know the whole story.
Today I have to accept that there is also no one truth about the world. I should not build drawers, compartments, cages nor produce labels like this is always good and that is always bad.
Life and world are something more than us and more than our minds can understand and arrange.
So don’t say anything with hundred percent certainty. Despite I love.