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Perfect, for me, isn't defined like it used to be... Perfect, like motion, is relative. You're perfect for somebody, maybe many somebody's.
Perfection, like anything else, is in the eye of the beholder. All you have to do is find those eyes, and in an instant you'll know. People cross the oceans and the deserts of hell in order to find the one that's perfect for them, some succeed, other succumb to the temptations that lie therein. But in truth, even if one finds someone that may not be perfect, but it is someone they love and can accept what they do not love, and in return the other will do the same, then that too, is perfection.
Acceptance really is the key to everything important in life. Love is really only a greater acceptance. If you can accept everything about a person, and they can do the same with you, then that is love and true love at its best. There can be no problems with true acceptance. All of the wars could be avoided with acceptance, just understanding people will be different, and taking the time to understand. Love and war aren't so different. Cupids arrow is no less mortal than that of an enemy, that is not to say that love is an enemy, but more so that our enemies could be our loves. If cupid shoots arrows, breaking up is like pulling out that arrow.. If it hits an artery, which is true love, pulling it out almost kills you, and the pain is unbearable.
This is why I believe so much in acceptance, it can make worlds of difference. Its all in some unassessed part of the psyche.
There's so much we'll never understand, and that's humankind's major failing point, because we strive to learn so much and sometimes we strive too far and do too much without realizing just everything we've done. I find its better to learn less but in much more depth, than to learn more and get a little of everything. I find in the end you know much more by the first method.. though of course a combination is appropriate.
If you've experienced it, then think about perfection again. If you just accept that someone thinks your perfect, you'll be more comfortable, and not so unwilling to let someone in, and you may find that kind of accepting love that becomes perfection in its own time.
Love without limits of acceptance is endless in its own time.
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