On Life, and Joy, and Perfection
There is something amazing about when the world seems to work out just right. Not perfectly, because perfection is impossible, but there stars in the sky, there is still a tinge of the sun's warmth on the earth, and realize there is nothing else in the world you want to ask for. Near perfect. Near perfect is glorious, beyond glorious.
It's seeing the gasoline floating on top of the puddle in the parking lot. It reads completely of death, destruction, and all that one can point out as wrong with today's world - but when the sunlight hits it just right, the most amazing swirl of colors and life that can be created. It's knowing that the world is in no way perfect, and that always, somewhere, there is some sort of blood-spill, blood-bath, but there is nothing you can do to fix the entire world. You learn to let go, let be and laugh, knowing all you can't do, and making the most of what is possible.
And laugh. Laughing is key. It makes everything settle in to place, makes everything right.
I don't want to ask for perfection, ever. Asymmetry is beautiful, perfection is only found in imperfection. And finding oneself laughing for no apparent reason while walking back from buying groceries in the bottom a hotel because that is the nearest place to get bread because, really, this as close as one damn well gets. I don't think there is anything more in the world that I want to ask for than what I already have, there is nothing more that I really want. And damn, I love it.
It's seeing the gasoline floating on top of the puddle in the parking lot. It reads completely of death, destruction, and all that one can point out as wrong with today's world - but when the sunlight hits it just right, the most amazing swirl of colors and life that can be created. It's knowing that the world is in no way perfect, and that always, somewhere, there is some sort of blood-spill, blood-bath, but there is nothing you can do to fix the entire world. You learn to let go, let be and laugh, knowing all you can't do, and making the most of what is possible.
And laugh. Laughing is key. It makes everything settle in to place, makes everything right.
I don't want to ask for perfection, ever. Asymmetry is beautiful, perfection is only found in imperfection. And finding oneself laughing for no apparent reason while walking back from buying groceries in the bottom a hotel because that is the nearest place to get bread because, really, this as close as one damn well gets. I don't think there is anything more in the world that I want to ask for than what I already have, there is nothing more that I really want. And damn, I love it.