Failure is not the end – There is always a goal, a lesson to be learned
I want the world to be patient with me. To shape my soul with patience and attention, to lead me to walk through the darkness when I am convinced that there is no light. To teach me lessons that will shape me in the final version of who I am and who I should be.
I do not care about immediate perfection. I know that society is obsessed with doing this from the very beginning and I am sorry if I am condemned, but you are not right. Life is for living. Living is an attempt. Trying and learning; never failing. Failure suggests that nothing came of it. There is always a goal, always a lesson to be learned. This obsession with perfection will only cause you pain; If you believe that is the undoubted truth, you will not live. Looking at lessons as failures will only fill your life with frustration and misery. Perfection is achieved only when our manuscripts are complete. Perfection is within that finished masterpiece.
To live is to keep trying. Those lessons that you see as imperfections are the words that fill your handwriting and the brush strokes that make up your masterpiece. The attempt is the meaning of life. Because we are human.
Humans are not perfect. We are never always right, and mistakes are what make us individuals. Your soul is a constellation of imperfections. Imperfections resulting from a lifelong endeavor. And perhaps perfection is not attainable when we draw our conclusions; not in the way you believe it is perfection. Perfection is when you have learned and absorbed every possible thing that life has to offer you. Perfection is to close your eyes one last time, accumulating every imperfection you have accumulated over the years. Perfection is to spend a lifetime trying.
To live is to keep trying. Those lessons that you see as imperfections are the words that fill your handwriting and the brush strokes that make up your masterpiece. The attempt is the meaning of life. Because we are human.
Humans are not perfect. We are never always right, and mistakes are what make us individuals. Your soul is a constellation of imperfections. Imperfections resulting from a lifelong endeavor. And perhaps perfection is not attainable when we draw our conclusions; not in the way you believe it is perfection. Perfection is when you have learned and absorbed every possible thing that life has to offer you. Perfection is to close your eyes one last time, accumulating every imperfection you have accumulated over the years. Perfection is to spend a lifetime trying.
