is not about clutter or greed; it is about the courage to be "too much" in a world that constantly asks us to be "just enough."
Think of a garden that has ignored the shears—vines suffocating the stone, flowers blooming until they collapse under their own weight. It is chaotic, yes, but it possesses a wild, honest majesty that a manicured lawn can never replicate.
It is the writer who uses ten metaphors when one would "suffice," or the painter who layers oil until the canvas breathes with texture. It is the realization that sometimes, the "extra" is exactly where the soul resides.
