Imperfection

Things somehow seemed perfect, but what do you mean by that? She could barely see, she could barely hear with the disruptions going on, everything’s falling apart.

It’s mixed feelings, really. Perfection is boring, she was never near, so why try to be? Good is a contrast of bad, but first, she got to go find the definition. Life is nothing but series of advancement, either for the better or for the worst. Had you allow cessation to exploration, aren’t you better off dead?

Every trivial matter, every little moment, should very much be appreciated. Things do happen for a reason, and you are the reason that can make things happen. Nobody has the right to define what is perfect for you, but yourself. What makes you think the bad is not the good? Then why not you try to make good out of bad?

If you do not find the essence, if you do not think you are important, if you do not appreciate what you have, then brace yourself to a journey of constant struggling, with an emptied heart filled with nothing, just misery.