I think you have to care and give a shit about something (or someone) so fucking much that you believe with every fiber in your being that you can only be that which you believe and know to be, through your day-to-day life with everyday deeds, to the point that what others believe is irrelevant to your being (unless you choose for it to be) and you start not unnecessarily concerning yourself with the opinions of others, and because you know yourself so well, you allow others to be what they want to believe themselves to be, because at the end of the day they are exactly like you – so incredibly unique and different, just like everybody else who ever existed…
I have never had to change the shape of a puzzle piece to fit in – I found they each had its place.
Be a brave puzzle piece with me, we may not be placed next to one another, but I assure you we make up the same picture.
You’re a foetus
and this “world” has you by the umbilical cord.
It is time to leave safety and feel and experience an existence for yourself.
Learn to cut the cord.
You are going to cry.
How else are you going to learn how to breathe?
How the quest for perfection has taken hold. We ever strive to better what is current, but to what end? What is it about perfection that has mankind hooked? We all too easily chase perfection, unawares of the beauty of imperfection. A duality no doubt that needs balance. Is it perhaps not the imperfections that gives interest? Perfection can only be one way – perfect. But imperfections can be infinite. So, what is it you prefer? Endless possibilities or a definite perfection?