A friend of mine wrote this post recently,about his hypotheses of the design a perfect world.It got me thinking,and this isn't a defiance or anti-thesis,just a co-existing hypothesis.
Somebody once told me that the purpose of life was not to
attain a constant state of contentment,but to live-to experience it with
all it’s fullness,all it’s pitfalls and loopholes,shortcomings and coming of
ages.Life,for what it is in it’s wholeness.Maybe that’s the secret to
self-actualization.Like the Buddhist tick goes,experience the pleasure and the
pain,absorb it and then set it free for the sake of your soul.
And I couldn’t agree less,although it took me a while to
phatom the concept.
Memories-they make you nostalgic,Nostalgic for a place in
time and space that ceases to be.And it’s heartbreaking,but I would never trade
mine in for oblivion.
A happy memory-Being carried to bed when I fell asleep in the car,when I was little or rushing across the railway tracks to reach
school on time,sometimes we’d go through train compartments.
The rememberance of the time when My lovely cousin and I
told each other that we looked much like Princesses,at a wedding.
A minute of pleasure makes the entire day,runs through
me,joy reverberates.It spreads it’s
roots deep into the soil,nourishing it daylong.
And for the bitter ones,some are soon to
fade-quarrels,miscommunications,heartbreak,and the ones that linger
longer,still-have something to offer,to learn.A hidden lesson,a life-altering
situation.
All of this might sound like my silly teenage notions of
positivity,but like the Japanese believe in Kingutsi-The art of repairing cracks
in earthenwear with gold or silver laquer,for something broken is something
beautiful,I think it’s time we fill the crevices in our souls with love and
light.
On a lighter vein,I don’t know how many times Marylin Monroe e
has to be reposted before the line “Imperfection is beauty.” Finally gets to
people.
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