We think about the whole, "I avoid you, you avoid me" thing as a way to get over it, when in reality it's just causing us to think about it more. We dwell on the things in life we disapprove of - and in judgement to our society our disapprovements are our most valued treasures.
Flaws are the new Perfection, and perfection never looked so beautiful. What we hate about a person ends up being what we want most in life. The things we cannot have are the things God gave to others to attract us to the wonders that lie beyond the picket fences and the cobblestoned driveways. A world where beauty lies in the most ugliest things. Reality is just another day away.
So what do we do? How are we supposed to grasp this new perfect, taste the forbidden fruit of what we yern for so much. Is it not fair that we did not get what we wanted most, but in the hand weighed by God what you wanted was passed on to someone who you despise. Does it make sense that the person you despise in the matter of moments becomes the person you want so bad, just so you can be greedy. Greed is a sin, but its the most aquanted sin thus far. Its the only sin that, knowing or not, you cannot live without it, no matter how hard you think you can, you fail.
Life isnt fair, give and take is just a game of chutes and ladders. You cant take too much because it will send you down the chute to the bottom of the pit, but if you take the right amount youll be able to climb that ladder that stretches up to the pedestool to success. How are you supposed to know the right amount? Where is the book that has the exact answer to the problem which lies at your feet. You trip over the simpliest things that cause you the biggest discomfort. When is it going to get easier, is it ever going too just ease up and slow down. Slow motion never looked so comforting. Is success really supposed to be so out of reach?
The only "walk in the park" we get to have is a walk that involves obsticles. Broken down branches and moldy benches that prevent you from resting your weary feet. Your muscles ache from the strain of the world. What can you do from it, sit on the grass? It's a lie when they say the grass is greener on the other side of the hill. How would you know that's a fact when you cant see the other side of the hill...because its a hill. Anything could be on the other side of that hill. More grass, an apartment complex, or even the end of the earth. Perhaps the Egyptians were right and the world really is flat, it ends on the other side of that famous "grass is greener on the other side" hill.
My mind draws a blank on whats supposed to be put here next. Maybe there really isn't anything else to say, have I made a point, or was this just a pointless ramble from the mind of a crazy woman. Nevertheless, this piece of work came from a beautiful mind, a flawed mind. A mind molded to the point where the clay has begun to crack. Rejuvenated by the simple touch of water to the source and the oasis replenishes its love for what is far from perfect, the beauty in life isnt in a photoshopped portrait but in the simpliest most flawed things we crave to own or have the pleasure to own ourselves.
Perfect does exist, we just have to look ugly to achieve it. I play my part...I think its time you start playing yours.
Flaws are the new Perfection, and perfection never looked so beautiful. What we hate about a person ends up being what we want most in life. The things we cannot have are the things God gave to others to attract us to the wonders that lie beyond the picket fences and the cobblestoned driveways. A world where beauty lies in the most ugliest things. Reality is just another day away.
So what do we do? How are we supposed to grasp this new perfect, taste the forbidden fruit of what we yern for so much. Is it not fair that we did not get what we wanted most, but in the hand weighed by God what you wanted was passed on to someone who you despise. Does it make sense that the person you despise in the matter of moments becomes the person you want so bad, just so you can be greedy. Greed is a sin, but its the most aquanted sin thus far. Its the only sin that, knowing or not, you cannot live without it, no matter how hard you think you can, you fail.
Life isnt fair, give and take is just a game of chutes and ladders. You cant take too much because it will send you down the chute to the bottom of the pit, but if you take the right amount youll be able to climb that ladder that stretches up to the pedestool to success. How are you supposed to know the right amount? Where is the book that has the exact answer to the problem which lies at your feet. You trip over the simpliest things that cause you the biggest discomfort. When is it going to get easier, is it ever going too just ease up and slow down. Slow motion never looked so comforting. Is success really supposed to be so out of reach?
The only "walk in the park" we get to have is a walk that involves obsticles. Broken down branches and moldy benches that prevent you from resting your weary feet. Your muscles ache from the strain of the world. What can you do from it, sit on the grass? It's a lie when they say the grass is greener on the other side of the hill. How would you know that's a fact when you cant see the other side of the hill...because its a hill. Anything could be on the other side of that hill. More grass, an apartment complex, or even the end of the earth. Perhaps the Egyptians were right and the world really is flat, it ends on the other side of that famous "grass is greener on the other side" hill.
My mind draws a blank on whats supposed to be put here next. Maybe there really isn't anything else to say, have I made a point, or was this just a pointless ramble from the mind of a crazy woman. Nevertheless, this piece of work came from a beautiful mind, a flawed mind. A mind molded to the point where the clay has begun to crack. Rejuvenated by the simple touch of water to the source and the oasis replenishes its love for what is far from perfect, the beauty in life isnt in a photoshopped portrait but in the simpliest most flawed things we crave to own or have the pleasure to own ourselves.
Perfect does exist, we just have to look ugly to achieve it. I play my part...I think its time you start playing yours.
