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The World Is Not Perfect
Written by: Unknown author (Ok, ok, I forgot who wrote this, but whoever did is my god. ^_^)
The world is not perfect.
And why should it be? How can it ever be?
We thrive on the problems of life.
Enjoying and embracing evil's defeat and our victory.
Every moment of everday, we spent it on fighting. Striving to live.
Caught in this forever trap. Struggling to be free.
We all, deep down, want obstacles. Problems and mistakes in our lives.
If there are none, we usually find ways to make them.
But....WHY?
Why do we thrive for things we cant't have?
Because we push ourselves away from it?
It's because we fear it.
We fear perfection.
Ultimate satisfaction.
And the only way to comprehend it's glory is to to compensate with our problems.
We could say our life is perfect and we woudn't change a thing.
And this could be true...
The real perfection in life is one with many problems to ourselves while we are alive.
And in abundance of happiness to keep us smiling. Thats as close to perfection we can get. Nothing better.
Because perfection dousnt exist.
Nothing to do but go to work for three hours, head down to Regina's house to return her book ((I cant fucking believe I read the whole damn thing in one night)), eat breakfast and come right back home where I will be worried about my second client, Mr.Burns. He fell and knocked himself out. He is in the hospital now and im just worried about him cause he wa always the nicest old man I have ever known without having a single penny on him for medicare. *sigh* I lay in bed wondering what else can go wrong? What else can possibly go on with with my life as it is? I guess Ill just have to ride Fate's wings to find out. Toodles folks.
Written by: Unknown author (Ok, ok, I forgot who wrote this, but whoever did is my god. ^_^)
The world is not perfect.
And why should it be? How can it ever be?
We thrive on the problems of life.
Enjoying and embracing evil's defeat and our victory.
Every moment of everday, we spent it on fighting. Striving to live.
Caught in this forever trap. Struggling to be free.
We all, deep down, want obstacles. Problems and mistakes in our lives.
If there are none, we usually find ways to make them.
But....WHY?
Why do we thrive for things we cant't have?
Because we push ourselves away from it?
It's because we fear it.
We fear perfection.
Ultimate satisfaction.
And the only way to comprehend it's glory is to to compensate with our problems.
We could say our life is perfect and we woudn't change a thing.
And this could be true...
The real perfection in life is one with many problems to ourselves while we are alive.
And in abundance of happiness to keep us smiling. Thats as close to perfection we can get. Nothing better.
Because perfection dousnt exist.
Nothing to do but go to work for three hours, head down to Regina's house to return her book ((I cant fucking believe I read the whole damn thing in one night)), eat breakfast and come right back home where I will be worried about my second client, Mr.Burns. He fell and knocked himself out. He is in the hospital now and im just worried about him cause he wa always the nicest old man I have ever known without having a single penny on him for medicare. *sigh* I lay in bed wondering what else can go wrong? What else can possibly go on with with my life as it is? I guess Ill just have to ride Fate's wings to find out. Toodles folks.