Its one I can achieve and then stick with.
Its one that its impossible to meddle with.
Then and only then I can take a moment to stop and appreciate the life that Ive meticulously cultivated.
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Then, I will feel happy with all that I have.
Something that was working stalls and falters.
Something that seemed airtight springs a leak.
And then life gets thrown into chaos once again.
And the process of I will be happy when continues on.
We learn our lessons and then we unlearn them.
And then we relearn them and then we learn them upside down and differently and backwards.
Because the truth is, perfection is boring.
Wed find flaws within the perfection.
Wed find the needle in the haystack of happiness.
Its deprivation that pushes us forward.
Its the wanting that keeps us alive.
Maybe theres absolutely nothing more soul-sucking than living a perfect life.
The imperfections in our lives give us something to strive for.
Something to work towards.
Something to fill our days with ambition and meaning andpurpose.
The kind of purpose that makes our lives matter.
The kind of purpose that pushes us forward.
