Sometimes I wonder

Waiting here for life to kick in, to bring me back from oblivion. The world is always moving, down to the subatomic level, so why are we surprised when we see reality as it is? Breathing, moving, full of patterns, ALIVE. Doorways close on me and I allow it to happen, I'm not sure why. But what I am sure of is that nothing, no door, human, or otherworldly being will ever stop me from getting what I want. What would I do without a writing utensil? How could I possibly survive without the ability to share my mind's great wanderings? If I deserve to have it, the world deserves to know it. The least I can do, as a human being, is leave my mark on the world, and leave it without question and with full intention. That must resonate, the thought truly heard, the meaning soaked in, and implication understood. It's deep, the world we live in. Nothing is as it seems. Of course it isn't, because we can't perceive anything in its full glory. But a glimpse into the truth is like exploring the coral reefs of the ocean. It's beautiful, you always knew it was there, but now you SEE. On the flip side, however, with the same analogy, you've had a glimpse but you now see there's an endless ocean that a lifetime couldn't stretch long enough to explore. And that's the truth for ya.

Sometimes I wonder, Sometimes I wonder.

I sit in silence and let my mind get lost because I have so much fun looking for it. I need to write, its the air for my lungs and if i couldn't breathe I'd suffocate. They say nobody is perfect. But anything else can be perfect. Even some things we do can be perfect! But when it comes to ourselves, not allowed. And to push just a little further, everything outside can be perfect, so the fact that we cannot be perfect, is perfect. Perfection, attainable? yes. Desirable? I don't think so. Everything going into what this extremely loaded word Perfection truly would mean to be, would leave no world. No test for our senses, no fire or desire, no pain or suffering, no lessons left to learn, in short, no life. I strive for imperfection. Creation comes from imperfection. So I always remind myself that every mistake, every flaw, every time I wish something would stop, it's perfect. It's all perfect. Life does not make mistakes. I don't know much but I do know that.