Sometimes imperfection takes over. It is all around, and then imperfection tends to look perfect. It becomes happiness and everything you have. But sometimes, there's a gap. And that's when you know this vacuum is because, you are imperfect. Life is imperfect and everything around maybe fake.
You'll have friends all around you. What they say about feeling lonely in a crowd is so true. The vacuum, the gap, everything which keeps you away from perfection. You feel like it's taking over. You feel like it's going to define you and make you someone you don't want to be.
Lost I am,
In this crowd of familiar faces.
Lonely I feel,
In the warmth of family.
I don't know,
If I'm still perfect.
I don't know,
If everything is true.
Am I right?
Am I alone?
No support,
No one feels the same as you do.
You think,
What if I'm dead?
Would it make a difference?
Would people care?
If I am lost?
Will people search for me?
Will they cross seas for me?
Will anyone look out for me?
If I'm quiet,
Why do people want me to talk?
Does what I speak make a difference in their life?
Do they feel good, listening to me?
I know,
I am insignificant.
I know,
Many don't care.
I know,
People will cheat.
But I also know,
I am alive,
And that is,
Only for a reason!
You'll have friends all around you. What they say about feeling lonely in a crowd is so true. The vacuum, the gap, everything which keeps you away from perfection. You feel like it's taking over. You feel like it's going to define you and make you someone you don't want to be.
Lost I am,
In this crowd of familiar faces.
Lonely I feel,
In the warmth of family.
I don't know,
If I'm still perfect.
I don't know,
If everything is true.
Am I right?
Am I alone?
No support,
No one feels the same as you do.
You think,
What if I'm dead?
Would it make a difference?
Would people care?
If I am lost?
Will people search for me?
Will they cross seas for me?
Will anyone look out for me?
If I'm quiet,
Why do people want me to talk?
Does what I speak make a difference in their life?
Do they feel good, listening to me?
I know,
I am insignificant.
I know,
Many don't care.
I know,
People will cheat.
But I also know,
I am alive,
And that is,
Only for a reason!
This imperfection theme really seems to be haunting you?
ReplyDeleteOn Saturday,you were talking there about perfection..and I meant to tell you this,but forgot to.
Things and People are not created to be perfect.They're created to be beautiful.Artists and craftsmen always leave some imperfection in their work,or deliberately add an imperfection..because they believe even God,the supreme creator of life made us imperfect.That's what beautiful.
If everything was perfect..there wouldn't be a life.Happiness is not perfection,neither is contentment.Life is for living,not for aiming at perfection.I say this,because I have struggled with the concept perfection for a long,long time.I still do.
Imperfection is beauty,like Marilyn Monroe once said.And even if there are things such as perfect and normal,they're relative and subjective.There has to be a standard of comparison..but there isn't a fixed one.It depends on your idea of perfect.
Maybe what you said is true, maybe happiness is not perfection and maybe imperfection is beauty.. And that is how I concluded my speech the other day, by saying, that is life and we need to accept it. And I've also concluded this post on a note saying we have a reason to live and that isn't perfection.
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