The thing with me and IMPERFECTION
Monday, February 9, 2009I’ve recently formed a belief that you can only classify everything into two things: the truth, and the distractions.
Truth doesn’t mean fact, or proven idea, or information. Truth is about the purest things*, the things that remain pure even if one thinks otherwise of it.
Distractions are those that hinder us from seeing the truths or lead us away from the truths.
[*Know that when I say ‘things’, I refer to all that exist, and not just mere physical objects. Possibilities and culturally-differing ideas also included.]
However, when I thought of it more carefully, I realized that I do not know any truths. I know some ideas that may be parts of some truths but I can never know the whole and exact truth itself.
Why? Because nothing ever really IS. I do not mean that there are no truths, there are truths– however, we, humans, can not really grasp exact truths, only part-truths. Secondly, all things are constantly changing. (Analyze and see that this is also not ‘exactly’ true.)
I know I’m sounding like a perfectionist, maybe that is what I am.
I’m not complaining about imperfection– not in this post, at least. I may write one about it later on. 
I’m not saying that nothing is perfect. I actually believe in perfection, just not in this world, or in this “realm”. [By realm, I mean this world, this universe, this galaxy, this macrocosm and anything beyond that that was ‘created.’
I believe in perfection because it is only logical that perfect things exist. Let me explain.
Take the statement “Nothing is perfect” as an example. It contradicts itself. If nothing is really perfect, then everything is imperfect. If this would be true, that would make ‘imperfection’ perfect. And if imperfection is perfect, then something is perfect. This would disprove the statement.
Therefore, some things are perfect. We just don’t know, can’t know, or aren’t supposed to know.
A great someone taught me these things:
> Everything in life has a reason. You just don’t get to know all of them.
>You only get what you deserve. [from what I understand, this someone meant ‘deserve’ as in earned or gained through doing something]
If we add this in the whole idea, it means that we yet have to ‘earn’ perfection. At least, that’s what I believe.
Another thing to keep in mind is that one can not ‘perfectly’ grasp an idea — this includes ‘perfection’. None of us ‘perfectly’ knows anything, and thus, can not now everything about anything. I, myself, admit my cluelessness about most things.
Right now, nothing is perfect to me. But I know that there are lots of things that I do not know about– and perfection is one of them.
-ζιλιγυ·
Tantrums
Friday, January 23, 2009I don’t want to.
I don’t want to, and so I won’t.
You say I can’t help myself?
I say I can.
Watch me. Really.
I say I don’t want to because I don’t think I deserve it.
You know how I get with these kinds of things.
“Gier, Lügen, Vorurteile, Eifersucht, Hass.”
I won’t change.
I won’t.
You can’t make me.
I can’t make me.
Really.
Believe me.
I’m not saying I won’t be tempted.
I’m saying that I’ll use all my strength to prevent it from happening.
I will, because I don’t want to.
I will.
Watch me.
Really.
- ζιλιγυ·
Gag.Ugh.Tall.Agh.Ugh.Ack.Oh.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008Fire
In
Me
To
Cease.
But
not
really.
Just
less
expectations.
Vitality
meine
frightful
REM.
Odd
out of your kindness.
Tiresome.
Law of Incoherence
Don’t get attached to people.
Don’t expect. You won’t get disappointed.
Don’t grieve for the dead. They’re better off than you right now.
Don’t try to understand.
Just be.
Don’t feel embarassed or ashamed.
Don’t try to ‘fit in.’
Don’t think too much on a specific subject.
Dream.
Sleep.
Play.
Read.
Then drop dead.
Just kidding.
Not Really
Monday, December 1, 2008I don’t want to live in a world where
nothing is ever absolute; where
every promise is bound to be broken; where
forever will end in just a second; where
every feat is bound to be overcome; and where
every happiness is sure to end.
Such an imperfect world; I do not want it.
Almost peaceful, but not entirely.
Almost exact, but not totally.
Almost perfect, but with some flaws.
Almost nirvana, but suddenly you crash and burn .
Almost there but never really stopping
I’m almost pleased and contented.
I want to live in a world where
there ARE absolute rules.
Where butterflies are meant to fly,
and the fish are meant to swim. So that,
I
won’t
ever
be
surprised
nor
hurt
nor
scared.
So that my insecurities would fade away.
I want to live in a world where no one talks.
So that the cruel words would not be stuck in my head;
nor
will the tears caused by them be stuck in throat
causing a lump preventing me from breathing.
I’m almost there.
Almost pleased.
Almost hoping.
Almost alive.
But NOT Really.
