Life isn’t perfect
It’s far from it ..
Ninety percent of the time
I am stressed to fuckery about
What’s coming next
What’s already harmed me
Things that I can not control !
Yet I allow them to burden my life
It’s hard not to ..
But for that ten percent of the time
That is absolutely ******* perfect
I let that **** consume me
I let the lessons wash over me
Because...
That simple perfection
is not something that is worked for
It comes naturally
through love
and through humanity
In those small pieces of life
That exhilarate me to my bones
Extends the breath and the blood
That pulses through my body
It’s that ten percent
That makes it all worth while x
NatNat