perfection

There is one thing we all strive for, search for, hope for, chase after, that thing being....perfection. It is the single most sort after thing in this world, but yet is far from what most of us perceive it to be. We search and search, only to fail. Yet we keep trying and trying. What is the point when our minds are to small and stupid to figure it out. Perfection only lies in one word, that word being, the most simplest word of all, the most misused word, the most important word, the only thing that keeps us together....love. Perfection is found in love, for love enables us to see past the faults in people and see who they really are, to see into the heart and soul of somebody else, to look in the mirror and have the love for yourself to see past your own flaws. So there it is, you know where perfection lies, so learn to love yourself, learn to love others, for without love what are we......


"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails"

delicate

Today as I was driving, a kookaburra decided to swoop in front on my windshield, I did not hit this amazing bird that loves to wake me up during the beautiful sunrises, it just went on flying by, probably off to hunt on its prey to feed itself. After this incident happened, I thought to myself, if I were to hit the loving creature, it would not have survived, I would have been distort and extremely upset, as to the fact that he/she would have had a family, maybe some chicks it was out trying to feed, and what if I hit him/her? Would the chicks die also? I thought to myself, how delicate is life, it means the world to whosoever owns it and to their friends and family, but can mean nothing to someone else. As I ponder on these thoughts it made me think, how many people care as I would have cared if I would had hit the bird? Pertaining to my own life, how many people care about me? I don't know, it's just a thought I had today....

confusion

from a month or so ago....

Pt. 1
I don't know what you want from me or even your expectations. All I want is to see you walk through that door and say everything's alright, it's okay I'm here, but at every sound I look up with anticipation to once fail again. When will you see that I don't want this to be temporary.

From recently....

Pt. 2
For the time I share with you it is usually awkward and poorly managed, I want to try harder, be better, love more, when will you see, just see that it's you I want, and nothing else. Will we ever work? I'm not sure, but one thing I know for sure, I'm pretty sure I like you....

pfftttt

What would you care?
I'm shit.
The end.

What would I care?
Your shit.
The end.