a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








reaching ...


Most people wish they could fly. Everyone has a dream about flying at some point or another. For the most part they're good, sometimes great. If we could fly, it would be so convenient, so much fun. You wish you could fly.

No one is perfect. Life is not perfect. That is just an accepted fact. But for some reason everyone is running around all the fucking time reaching for perfection. Everyone is always bitching and complaining about this or that or him or her. I don't understand it. We know that perfection is not attainable, so why is it that when something goes wrong we weep? We scream. We cry. We bleed.

We all want to fly. But for God's sake we don't fucking try to do it all the time. And we don't get upset when we can't. We know it isn't possible and we live with it. But for some reason with perfection it is different. I will never understand why people can accept the fact that some things are unattainable, but not others.


written on 2002-12-16 at 11:34 p.m.

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