peace to you
Perfection is not limited by precision or conformity to some standard or preconceived definition. If you try to make a perfect circle or sing a perfectly uniform tone or have perfect skin, you will fail. Perfection is not how you perform or how smoothly things run or how accurately you can measure things. Perfection is the joy you feel. For whatever reason. Joy, joy, joy!
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I did it to myself
Buried evidence in my flesh
Sang no more, denying music
At least a decade of numb decay
Spent dying of security
Behind me wreckage lies
Before me cinders fly
I pay lip service to taking care of myself, but I don’t really do it. I pretend that I’m taking enough breaks and giving myself time to relax, but I’m not really doing either. I compulsively take responsibility for too much because I believe no one else can. I believe I have to step up, because that’s what responsible people do. And that belief is slowly killing me.
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Every moment of your life is a choice. You are only a step away from looking in my eyes, from learning that we share everything. Every important part of us is the same. You can understand me. I am not your enemy. You can let that lie go.
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Desperately unhappy people do desperately unhappy things. Anything that helps move people out of that category and into the warm, safe, well-fed category is good for all of us. In other words, the nicer we are to ourselves as a group, the less chance we have of one of us going rogue and shooting up the place.
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