My whole life I have always been a compromising type. I always look at situations and a million questions will rush to my head. Why is it ok to lie.. oh wait its not.. White lies are ok though, with good intention behind it. Isn't a lie a lie? Why do we try to be somebody we see and not strive to be who we really are inside? I mean the side of you no one sees, that part of you that you find so hard to transact your feelings an emotions in such a way.
Why is that when all we want to do is look at a problem and try to solve it by revisiting how it happened instead of actually focusing on what needs to be done that hasn't been yet to resolve the issue. I guess these are all questions we face on a daily basis but never really come to the true end of ourselves..which leads me to the next question, Why not? Is it because we compromise ourselves and take in to count all reasons... "Well maybe he just didn't tell the truth because its not my business" instead of actually saying well its not your business.
I wonder why we are more probed to bringing ourselves down to excuses instead of seeing the bigger picture. I think it really is time to take all our excuses, reasons, thoughts... put them all in a box and send them on their way. I think sometimes without reasons keeping us from what could always be more then good enough, but greater..our eyes can be opened to things we never could see in certain parts of this room called life. The lighting slowly but surely starts to make its way through the entire room, not just bits and pieces and we can actually start to collect the pictures in which we need to make our lives built around.
So today I hope you'll try with me, not to question everything, but to see it for what it is and accept it. You don't like something keep walking, don't try and fix something that can only fix itself. In fact, focus on fixing yourself to improve your life and the things around you. I think we will eventually see what surrounds itself around us is what were are reflecting out to this big bright room!
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Friday, April 9, 2010
What is perfection, or lack of expectation~
When you start to grasp the wonder of life and what it may contain, you begin to gain expectation... Expectation of people, places, where and who you invest your time in. You gain expectation of yourself. you create this image in your mind. Its stuck there, and that image you see for yourself, the way you see your life going, who your gonna be with, or if your gonna be alone, where your gonna end up.. you pertain to this image on a daily basis. I guess some may call it a goal, others a dream never lived up to, or possibly even juvenial bliss?
On the contrary, Expectation can be a huge tool of hurt and pain. you may expect to much of something, and if you never get it, or may even come close to it, but cause its not exactly what you expected, disappointed appears. I am trying everyday to live my life with low or no expectation. I expected to much of myself and others at one point in my life, coming to realize and to terms with the idea of imperfection. How imperfection can be beauty and can make us more different than the next... *smiles* although no one is perfect, the idea of perfection with the part of us that has always enjoyed innocense and the idea of fairytale> has not every little girl pictured their big house with the white picket fence, kids, a husband who was her knight in shining armor?...
On the contrary, Expectation can be a huge tool of hurt and pain. you may expect to much of something, and if you never get it, or may even come close to it, but cause its not exactly what you expected, disappointed appears. I am trying everyday to live my life with low or no expectation. I expected to much of myself and others at one point in my life, coming to realize and to terms with the idea of imperfection. How imperfection can be beauty and can make us more different than the next... *smiles* although no one is perfect, the idea of perfection with the part of us that has always enjoyed innocense and the idea of fairytale> has not every little girl pictured their big house with the white picket fence, kids, a husband who was her knight in shining armor?...
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