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Just a letter
You see, the thing is we're striving for the wrong "perfect".
This altered, twisted, deformed idea of perfect. How can we, as imperfect beings, create a perfect standard of what the world should be if we can't even control our own minds? If we can't even stop ourselves from murdering? If we can't even tell the difference between love and lust. You want hope for the future? What future?! What about now? We're all living in the future, our minds held captive by the past, but our soul hungers for NOW. Our cells are infused with the present. So next time you ask me where I want to go in life, stop yourself, and ask me "ARE YOU HAPPY?"
Sincerely,
Chantelle
P.S. The answer is no.
This altered, twisted, deformed idea of perfect. How can we, as imperfect beings, create a perfect standard of what the world should be if we can't even control our own minds? If we can't even stop ourselves from murdering? If we can't even tell the difference between love and lust. You want hope for the future? What future?! What about now? We're all living in the future, our minds held captive by the past, but our soul hungers for NOW. Our cells are infused with the present. So next time you ask me where I want to go in life, stop yourself, and ask me "ARE YOU HAPPY?"
Sincerely,
Chantelle
P.S. The answer is no.
Published 24th Mar 2013
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