If life is
not about trying, what is it all about then?
I feel the
imperfections, these little flaws we do possess can be embraced and cuddled and
utilized. There are songs, no matter what they’re treating about, be it love,
friendship, life, alcohol or party, that keep repeating the‘one more time’ phrase like a
mantra. But how clever is that. It is all about one more times. Million more
times. There is no limit to our attempts and to our laughing and crying from all
the failures. We can be like a record with a replay button caught stuck.
For all the
bad things we can do, we can tackle them by realizing they’re our own flaws,
that may be temporarily intrinsic, but in a long-term this knowledge is our chance to become someone different. Constant change makes things pretty meaningful.
I can’t believe how long
did it take me to reach a conclusion as simple as that.
