Beauty in the Mess

Sometimes the beauty is in the mess. This little cat was an experiment. To see if I could be okay *leaving* the mess. Without trying to tame it or "fix it." The mess is its charm, and the mess... Is true.

Because something seems messy is no reason to change it. Because something isn't perfect is no reason to strive to make it so. We have so many rough edges, but if we polished them all we would be shells of our current selves. The magic potion will have all but evaporated. 

Can you let the mess be? Can you find something beautiful within? And hold it?