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MESS

MESS

Turkey

May 6, 2012

Being perfect is not about being fluent in English, German or Spanish. It is not about winning the lottery. It is not about being rich and living in the lap of luxury. It is about you and your relationship with yourself, your family and your friends.

Being perfect is about being able to look your beloved ones in the eye and know that you did not let them down because you told them the truth. And that truth is you did everything you could. There was not one more thing you could have done. Can you live in that moment as best as you can, with clear eyes, and love in your heart, with joy in your heart? If you can do that, you are perfect!

MESSY

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09:30 AM May 08 2012

Ryo

Ryo
Saudi Arabia

I  don't  agree  about   what  u have mentions  about  being  perfect  but    i also  tired of   typing Especially on this topic:)

09:13 AM May 08 2012

MESS

MESS
Turkey

Ryo, you don't really have to write anything. I don't force you to do that. So feel free and enjoy your time! Tongue out

09:11 AM May 08 2012

Ryo

Ryo
Saudi Arabia

but i stile  cant  write so  muchthan this.

09:01 AM May 08 2012

MESS

MESS
Turkey

Snoopy, it is so "perfect" to be able to tempt you to follow the way to my "perfect" blog and get your "perfect" comment. I am "perfectly" happy!Innocent

07:46 AM May 08 2012

snoopyboy

snoopyboy
Antarctica

MESS, you are a good mess Wink

Now let me take another plunge into your refreshing words, I find them to be..what's the word?..PerFecT !

02:43 PM May 07 2012

Ryo

Ryo
Saudi Arabia

I'm tired  to  write 

11:32 AM May 07 2012

MESS

MESS
Turkey

Hi friends,

Thanks for your wonderful comments. 

Parion, you are most welcome. I agree with you. The world itself has its own flaws, so how could we not? We always seek for perfection and we get close to that but no one is perfect, indeed. If we were all perfect, then we wouldn't be seeking for it and experiencing. 

Reader, your poems are meaningful. What I appreciate most about you is that you can put your ideas into lines beautifully and courageously.

Anarcho, thanks alot. It's great to see you again! How is life going so far? 

Ola, you read my mind very well. Great minds think alike! Laughing

11:11 AM May 07 2012

ola33

ola33
Japan

Nice topic!

I think to be perfect is to respect other people's rights, to be a master of yourself, be honest, say the truth, develop your intellectual skills, be inquisitive... to act like a human being...

10:57 AM May 07 2012

anarchotaurus
Marshall Islands

Seems like you made a wonderful return. Welcome back

09:49 AM May 07 2012

Reader

Reader
Taiwan

How much time I've been spending

searching, prying and relenting,

for time flying into dark channel

along with simmering fumble.

 

What a foe are we imgining,

in an invisible sinking,

into a bottomless hole,

conjured up by our hell!

 

Agonies are accompanied with grief,

released by waves of human-self,

reinforced in fearful void,

marching day after day.

 

Heeled over in the wind,

reeled by all-directional rattle,

we grope for a portal

as a shelter to take on the mantle.

09:15 AM May 07 2012

parion

parion
Turkey

kusurlu dünyada ,mükemmel olmak acı verir...:)

its my idea ...your blog is very nice ..

thanks for sharing your opinions ..

Parion*)

08:33 AM May 07 2012

MESS

MESS
Turkey

Reader,

Thanks for your thoughtful comment. Obviously you ruminate more than me. Inquiring minds always want to know, so I like people who question things. :)

07:50 AM May 07 2012

Reader

Reader
Taiwan

We are blinded by self-perfection,

and further down, pursued by self-expectation.

We are stigmatized by self-ambition,

and inside, engulfed by self-perception.

 

Walking alone in the dark path,

thinking deep in the growth,

climbing up to the peak,

on the top, people peek.

 

With the strength as much as enabled,

on the road to success wherever possible,

to wehre we are imprisoned,

by wishes we are reasoned,

we are stained.

 

Once again, by force, we fight.

Thus far had we been sought,

by much emptiness we haunt

in being on the hunt?