We aspire for Utopia.We claim we deserve the best of everything.We forget the dystopian blood running in our veins.The blood maligned with discontent.The discontent arising from the need for more.We need more because we avert our eyes from what we have.Chasing the future with both hands and suffering free falls.Our hands so busy pushing away the past and groping the future.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Perfection in imperfection
Thoughts in mind disjoint and abrupt yet culmination of instincts gathered over several births.The conclusion arriving out of contradictions.Fight of the intellect with instinct and desire.The final victory when mind soul body become a straight arrow to pierce the cloud of confusion.
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