Messy is a great word.
Messy is a flour-streaked face eating a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie amid a sea of dirty dishes.
Messy is fingerpaint.
Messy is a muddy pair of boots after a three-day backpacking trip.
Messy is an ex-husband and a teenage son.
Messy can be really great. Why would we want less of this?
Less messy is a sparkling kitchen (while the cookie smell still hangs in the air.)
Less messy is colorful dried artwork hanging on the fridge.
Less messy is a long-overdue hot bath that washes all the grime away.
Less messy is solitude.