How would you define perfect?
My idea of a perfect world is one where there is no sickness, no pain.
One where not everything revolves around money and power.
One where people lived happily and not have worries.
One where there is no war, no killings, no death, no violence.
One where life was as perfect here as it is in heaven.
How is it possible that people could paint such a perfect picture of heaven, yet they are so afraid of getting there?
In my perfect world, my plans will become a reality and not get ruined one by one like dominoes on a table track.
There, I would be able to seal my plans for the future with concrete and not have to change them all the time.
Why is it so hard to make up my mind?
Maybe it’s how I’ve spoken with confidence about how I could live independently abroad without my family.
Maybe it’s how I’ve set my mind to never return to my roots from the start.
Maybe it’s how I’ve always thought that the grass was greener on the other side.
Maybe it’s the way I was never contented with whatever I had and always wanted more.
Maybe in my journey of seeking more and more and more, I’d abandoned my very own principles.
Maybe I wish for too much.
Maybe I dream of something way too far and beyond what has been planned out for me.
Why is it that when I set my mind to something, wanting never suffices?
Why is it that bad things happen to good people?
Why is it that when I need something, it seems as though I’m asking for too much?
All I want is for everything to be okay.
Posted by
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08:09:54
There is no such thing as failing at blogging.
I admire your work,can you teach me how to write such a nice article
If we are friends, how lucky I am, for we have too many same habits, and I like writing too.