The Journals (pt. 2)
Perfection is impossible and the obsession with it only leads to disappointment in the beauty of reality.
Thank you to my suffering, thank you to the moments that broke me, the times that tore me down into a heap of nothing. Thank you to my trials, mistakes, and shortcomings, because only from being reduced to loam, in being stripped of my pride, my ego, my self, can the new be reborn. In my pain I find compassion for others, in my failure I find forgiveness for the world. We all hate, all feel like not enough, all desperately claw to escape this place. The only path forward is embracing life in it's complete form. For it's complexity and messiness, in it's disappointments, it's joy, because there is no peace without a complete experience. No love without loss, no joy without pain. They are an eternal circle which we are riding, and our ability to foster compassion hinges on our ability to realize that we are all on this ride. This is how we learn to step back, and know we are in the perfect place, exactly where we are supposed to be. To live fully in the moment and love. Because there is love in all things. You just have to open your heart to it.
Anger is natural and unavoidable, it is only when we pass judgment on our frustration that we allow it to own us.
Our standards are concepts entirety predicated on our definition of quality, it is never the same for two people with unique viewpoints. Often it is easiest to reexamine and steer our perspective than try and constantly be frustrated by something fallible when true beauty lies in variability.
