I think that as much as I realize how hard it is to redefine the possible and strive for perfection I ignore the fact that this is something that I won’t ever be able to overcome. Nothing is ever going to be perfect, but I feel like there are certain expectations that need to be fulfilled in order for me to move forward with any small entity in my life. These expectations range vastly in all single aspects of my life. Everyday as I get older, I think I am forced to realize how far away these dreams really are. It’s almost as if I lose a little bit of hope everyday and everything thing gets a little less perfect. In fact, the only essence in which things are absolutely perfect, is that everyday sort of formulates into one beautiful mess and in this so called mess I am treading deep waters trying to find my way home. This notion of ‘having to keep swimming’ coaxes me to strive for the strength to carry on despite all these doubtful voices telling me I won’t make it.

“I’m crazy about someone who isn’t so crazy about me.” “I’m broke.” “I’m overweight.” “I’m underweight.” “I have family issues.” “I’m stuck in a dead-end job.” “I don’t know what I want out of life.” “I am doing this all alone.”

These are issues that every person has had to face at one point or another but somehow at the end up the day they’ve managed to make it through long enough to slap a band-aid on the cut and push forward until the healing process begins. But when you really think about it, there really is no one perfect entity that exists. There really is no one thing that makes every single aspect of your life absolutely perfect.

There is just life.

Not everyone you love is going to love you back, in fact the only love one can guarantee is the love you give yourself regardless of everything else. Being broke doesn’t mean anything bad it just means that you can still enjoy the all the little luxuries in life without having to overindulge yourself. And as for the rest of them,taking risks is the most essential thing in this chaos. Things aren’t perfect because if they were they would never force us to choose certain paths if we received everything we ever wanted.

Life isn’t fair, and because of that it creates the perfect storm. As long as we are present in this world we should each continue to fight for ourselves, our beliefs and dreams, our version of perfect.