How much more time must pass before we meek finally inherit the Earth? So many generations we've sacrificed waiting for our oppressors to tire themselves of exercising every depravity upon us that it seems we might be stupid after all. Must we grow teeth and become as our enemies in order to end our suffering? Must we adopt the ways of the ones whom we despise? If we became them, we might escape our torture, but would we not also lose ourselves in unbecoming? Once evicted from our hearts, dishonored peace would lose its last refuge and disappear forever. It is our duty to persist and survive no matter how vast the evil grows around us. It is our privilege to take the blows without returning them in order to cherish and protect within ourselves the glowing spark of that most precious of ideas so it may have and keep at least these humble homes. quote and format by Raxin
What is perfection? If perfection was a constant, And that constant was you Would your live your life the same? Would you have the same views? Because the perception of perfection is constantly changing, And the way we view ourselves is doing the same thing, But I'm not saying perfection is key! I'm saying perfection is what you want it to be! The idea of perfection is that all things are perfect, But stop for a minute and think of that word as you heard it... You didn't think of all the things that could be. You thought of the things that make you happy! That's it! That's the solution! Perfection has finally found its resolution! Perfection isn't beauty or the greatest of the best. Perfection is simply the moments that stand out above the rest! To be perfect you don't have to be like everybody else. You just have to be like yourself! Placing one person as the idea of perfection isn't right! People work for perfection day and night, But they don't understand that perfection isn't just one thing. Perfection is reality It's not a fallacy It's you, And it's me.
Somewhere at some time in the universe there was a being who lived without suffering. It always had enough food. No other beings attacked it. It found love and kept it. It was able to express its art. It died in its sleep. Could that have happened—has it happened? That thought occasionally revisits me. It brings a tiny comfort. I hope it’s true, because I have never seen it. quote and format by Raxin