It's barely possible to adapt to something, knowing that the past made you feel so good.. and everything about it was too good to be true. From the missing-s, and yearning-s.. We all knew that things don't last forever..
And we gave up.
Then something else comes along, breaks your trust all over, and slaps you in the face, tells you that nothing in this world is ever going to be perfect.. Because being perfect not only gives you the fear that you might lose yourself in the process.. Being so afraid, you walk away from the traumatic memory, trying to forget it all, forget being taken advantage of, forget that you're nothing but a material.. forget that all.. to walk into reality, convinced that you're not over the past, because nothing will ever be what you had. Walking in the cold feeling, crying for help, barely able to move, cause you're that broken.. lost attachment, lost it all.. and you wake up.
Perfection?
But why? Why is it so important that you are perfect?
What if the imperfections are the reason why something so hard, yet rare to find, appears to be just thaaaat perfect. No matter how much your heart never saw what it had to offer, you believe that something else was much better than what you have, right under your nose. Searching high and low, to come back to what's always been there, for you to dig up, and reminisce. Your memories teach, your present prevents, and your future.. has just begun.
When you let yourself believe that you have the space to be imperfect is when you start seeing things as perfect.
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