29 September 2013

So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts.

I am imperfect but I am growing increasingly happy with my imperfections, rendering them void. I am not dependent on someone else for my happiness.  I choose my feelings and I am in control of when I have them and when I don't.  I can have whatever I want as long as I remember I need to work for it and just because I have it doesn't mean I quit working.  I am allowed to decide what the rules are.  I can also decide when they will change.  But I can't decide to change them just because it's easy.  I can stop chasing the attributes of other people and focus on my own.

Walking through a forest at the gloaming and watching the sun come up over a large body of water both elicit a suspension of disbelief, from what I don't know because those two things are about as real as real gets.  Perhaps a suspension of time and place where imperfections are beautiful because they are only compared to other imperfect things.

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