Everywhere I look I see pain and suffering. It comes in many forms, like the loss of a loved one or news that a good friend is moving away. I am surrounded with people's lamentations, yet I do not care, I will make the best of this life. I will do whatever I can to remain a free spirit, and to not allow the suffering of others to become my own suffering. It's not that I wish to lack empathy, it's that I believe that grief doesn't get you anywhere. It would be more beneficial if people were to turn that grief into motivation to improve their situation. Depression is a horrible thing and would I know, I've been there. So believe me when I say that I know what I'm talking about. Live life to the fullest and you will have no regrets. Work hard for a better tomorrow and never settle for second best.
Do not let the ugliness of anything be a reason to avoid it, because I can almost guarantee that if you were to look closely enough, you will find some form of beauty in everything, even the things you think are hideous. We should all learn to appreciate this beauty and ignore the ugliness. If were able to manage that, we would all be better people. Unfortunately, most of the world seems intent on clinging to the shallow reality of images and appearances. They are so surreal, they do not show you anything of what something is and therefore do not have any value. I know that I myself can not help but judge by appearances sometimes, but at least I try to do otherwise. That is all we, as humans, can do since perfection is beyond us.
Speaking of perfection, is such a thing something that should be desirable? If we stopped and thought about what that would mean, would we surmise that becoming perfect would be something we would actually want? I know that I have thought about it on several occasions. The conclusion that I reached is that I would not want to be perfect. Perfection is too bland, too uniform. Mistakes and irregularities are what create purpose and meaning in things.
Perfection is something that I would abhor. It is something that would rob me of my individuality and I happen to love being unique. I know that there isn't anything or anyone in existence that is exactly the same as me, and that comforts me. After much thought on the matter, I made a conclusion. Two things that are alike and yet different, can not be perfect. I believe that inimitability is the very heart and soul of imperfection. You can't have the first without the latter. These are my reasons for not wanting to be perfect. I relish being unique and I pride myself on it. I am thankful that I am full of flaws. They are what make me who am I am and I wouldn't want it any other way. I can not speak for other people but my own thoughts are adamant.
 Nyan Koi · Thu Jul 03, 2008 @ 12:25am · 0 Comments |
