Wouldn't it be wonderful..if things were PERFECT?
IDEAL.....? Dream-like? Cherished? Blemish-free?
Well, ideal sounds good so long as it is beyond reach.
Perfect sounds perfect from the prism of imperfect.
Only if we shut our eyes to imperfections and learn to focus on what suits us, we can make it as near perfect as possible.
The sane and the prudent would advise: Enjoy the best in one another, and, in one, learn to accept the best
and learn to accept the rest.....!
But that would be 'the perfect advice', too idealistic to follow, no?
We search for perfections for almost half our life, if not the entire life, and yet it is in the end that we find that the purpose of search itself had been so self-defeating!
Then we do not even hesitate to ignore the tapered ends,
it is then when the end is near that we do not even chuckle at the thought of going 'gentle into the good night', we became a mockery of our youthful zeal that had once set out to smoothen the rough edges of all imperfections, in relationships, in people, in life at large.....
I wish... just wish, desire, dream.. that we, pluralistic glorification of the 'I', could just be a little more sane, a little more prudent, and a little more at ease with the madness in our souls, and surrender to our self-seeking guidance of the innate supreme!
IDEAL.....? Dream-like? Cherished? Blemish-free?
Well, ideal sounds good so long as it is beyond reach.
Perfect sounds perfect from the prism of imperfect.
Only if we shut our eyes to imperfections and learn to focus on what suits us, we can make it as near perfect as possible.
The sane and the prudent would advise: Enjoy the best in one another, and, in one, learn to accept the best
and learn to accept the rest.....!
But that would be 'the perfect advice', too idealistic to follow, no?
We search for perfections for almost half our life, if not the entire life, and yet it is in the end that we find that the purpose of search itself had been so self-defeating!
Then we do not even hesitate to ignore the tapered ends,
it is then when the end is near that we do not even chuckle at the thought of going 'gentle into the good night', we became a mockery of our youthful zeal that had once set out to smoothen the rough edges of all imperfections, in relationships, in people, in life at large.....
I wish... just wish, desire, dream.. that we, pluralistic glorification of the 'I', could just be a little more sane, a little more prudent, and a little more at ease with the madness in our souls, and surrender to our self-seeking guidance of the innate supreme!