Perhaps this is how it was meant to be….complete silence….oblivious of the world burning around you, all the chaos and disorder shrouded by the peace that bears on your consciousness….irrevocable, unwavering….
Maybe this is how it was meant to be….overlooking the hurt that she caused you, the pain of separation, the guilt trips and feigned innocence….overlooking all the dark attributes to forgive and accept back without regret…. Somehow, I imagine perfection not in the alleviation of disorder, pain, suffering….hurt….but in the strength it takes to make it through…
In a perfect world, there would be no rain, no gloom of looming storm clouds, no loneliness, no despair, no lack…..
In a perfect world, perfection would not be needed, because we wouldn’t know what it was…
The ideal situation calls for the job to be completed seamlessly, with milestones overcome in time and with minimal strain on resource…..perfectly…..
In an Ideal situation, there would be no job, no milestones to overcome, no need to manage resources, all the puzzle pieces would fall where they were supposed to…
In a rioting crowd, perfection is bleak, and order is lacking, chaos persists, and in many cases, in a plight to bring perfection to a related situation….I guess you can fill a cup by emptying it….
In a perfect world, I do not exist, since I still seek perfection, I still seek Ideals, In a perfect world, I would not be born…
In a perfect world, there exists none to challenge the other, none to point out one’s mistakes
In a perfect world, there would be none at all to perform the mistake
In a perfect world………….
