Impossible Perfectness
[ Home ]When it happens to me to think of the characteristics of children, the
most significant one will be "easy forgetting". They have such very true
emotion that never lasts long. They always have a great ego of their
own needs. They always live in the moment. Always find pleasure and joy
from every single thing. They cry, they pique, they are shameless, but
those all fleet away. They have the most beautiful smile, instinctively
try to reach to those warm and fascinating ones. They live in their
imagination. They love to be touched and caressed. They often
unintentionally give the most essential contention that is unrestrained
and surreal sometimes. And yes, they love paying attention to the
details.
When it happens to me to think of the characteristics of children, I think of you, and of myself.
When
it happens to me to think of pain, it seems that what feels painful is
normal, which is at the same time, a good sign. What needs to be careful
with, is those that don't feel painful, yet exist still. Those are real
burdens.
When it happens to me to think of truth, it seems
something that, the more you talk about it, the more it becomes
complicated, the more it becomes unclear, and the more it becomes
distant. I'd rather go back to the beginning, when you hadn't said
anything but been watching me silently, when I pretended not knowing
anything and looked up to the sky, where the moon was round and clear.
The "nothing happened" would give you the gratitude for what you already
have, and hopes for what you may or may not have. These experiences of
prohibition have a deep emptiness, that you wouldn't forget, yet dare
not to keep.
If life is about timing, then what timing is about
Why not changing it by yourself