Perfect….
June 17, 2009
Have you ever had one of those moments that you were pretty sure “perfect” was supposed to feel like?
Actually, I have. I’ve had….a lot of them.
But with “perfection”…comes…some sort of compromise that I seem forced to make.
It’s like life says to me: “Here. You can have perfection. But it’s not going to be perfect.”
It’s the kind of perfection that comes at fleeting moments that could never be planned. The kind of moments I never thought I would be having. But sure enough, I have them. They are the moments when you act solely on internal impulse.
What the inside of you is telling you to do.
And because these moments are influenced by all things internal, they don’t take into account anything external.
They are their own moments, that exist in their own world. Where no one else can see them. Or appreciate them. Or understand them.
“What if time stopped, right now, at 5:17. And we could do whatever we REALLY WANTED to do, and it wouldn’t matter. And then we could just go back to THIS life, when we were finished.”
These moments…that feel so perfect…yet…aren’t, because their very existence proves that things are in fact NOT perfect….are what I am interested in.
Because that’s where the good shit is.
