Nov 2017
Be thankful that you are imperfect
as perfection would spell your very doom.
The perfected self has nothing else to look forward to
and perishes in its isolation, monotony and boredom.
as perfection would spell your very doom.
The perfected self has nothing else to look forward to
and perishes in its isolation, monotony and boredom.
(M/Victoria, Australia)
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