Complexity is synonymous with human.
It’s a quilt with threads of confusion.
It’s a painting with strokes of diverse views.
It’s a mystery with unconnected clues.
We’re creatures of contradiction—self and shadow intertwined:
We cry and we laugh. We struggle and we thrive. We forget and we remind.
For if life was a linear path, not a maze of winding road,
Simplicity and boredom would rule, leaving no place for this ode.
So let us embrace the intricacies of our mind,
For the richness of our differences is the unity of humankind.
We must cherish every moment—every joy and every pain,
For it’s in this complexity that our truest selves are gained.
