Your Own Perfection

What is perfection?

"Something" which is desired by many, yet granted to none.

That "something" varies to all people; it's beyond each other's imagination.

It can be physical, wealth, relationship, education, social status, career, recognition, and the list goes on. I lived a life whereby I put perfection as my goal in everything I do; sounds so enthusiastic right? In reality, it's just like trying to sleep on the sun. No matter how much effort you put to make yourself cooled, some heat will get through. Yes! You cannot satisfy everyone and escape from the scope of critics. I am not here to drag you down, but it's the fact you simply can't deny.

That life of mine was a stressful mess, taking all people's inputs into deep considerations till' my mind blew up. Not that I do not need them, I am truly grateful; but I just want to stand at the edge of a cliff, so I do not need people to push me down the stream.

Ask yourself; "What's your goal?"

The sky? The universe? The world?

Great answers!

Now, what's your limit?

Don't think too much because the answer is "your best" :)

So,

Just throw out your best.

Don't be drown in regret because you couldn't have done better than your best.

Untold Thought

Strange,
Everything seems to be newly polished into an unknown color.
Discovery,
I did find out how colors can be mixed into such abstract.
Anonymous,
I am not the painter, no one is; it's natural, I think.
Pointless,
I do not know what's going to be created.
Involved,
Not my desire, is there such thing as meant to be?
Confusion,
Too much happenings at a time.
Adaptation,
Like a butterfly which flies to a whole new sight of the world.

I see, I hear, I feel;
Enough to come up with a thought, clear one; however, it's better if it remains untold.

Invisibly Seen

People say that seeing is believing.
The question which pops in my mind is "do you ever believe in things you can't see?"
It takes time to realize about how seeing is not the only way to believe.
LOVE? FAITH? EMOTIONS?
Can you see all those? Yes you can! You can see the way they are expressed with objects and through senses, but what about "them" as themselves? Invisible.
This is sometime a barrier for believing.
You can't see hatred, yet you can see the tears, broken glasses, and the frown.
I have never met God, Jesus, ever in my life; however, I can feel His love poured out for me and all of you. Do you really still need evidence? Think back for a little while.
He is always there for you even though you can't see Him.

Gratitude

Thank You Dad,
for walking with me through this dry land,
for giving me chances to worship and praise You,
for letting me know that You'll always be my strength,
for casting away my fear,
for your endless mercy,
for each and everything that happened, happen, and will happen to me.

Once Upon A Broken Heart

Once upon a broken heart,
There's a strong desire to run back to my past, but a stronger one to jump forward to my future.
It takes time to "live" in a small world of yours in which you do not know who to trust, and you simply can't rush.
It's so much more than a break-up or a longing.
How can it be explained when I barely understand the catastrophe itself?
Letting go? Sounds kinda right; however, there's a choice behind it all.
I chose to walk away even though there's nothing wrong.
They wonder why I could be so mean and ignore the innocence.
One word, circumstances.
I am taking my heart back simply because some things are not supposed to be.
Don't you cry,
Don't you shed anymore tear.
I've cried my eyes out because of the way you torture yourself.
I can't take it anymore, but still I have to face it.
Inconclusive as "the end" has not yet arrived.
Once upon a broken heart of mine, there's you.