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If I can't be beautiful, I'd rather just die.
You think she's so good but she's a mess to boot
You don't really want to know me.

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I want To travel to Venice.
I want To travel to Greece.
I want To return to the U.S.A.
I want Real Love.
I want To rule the world
I want To make them sorry.

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Monday, March 30, 2009

Hello again!
I'm kinda in a good mood now hahas.
Okay..
Now, I'm gonna blog about a subject I was touching on with Sara just now.

Perfection.
A state in which someone or something is perfect or as good as they can be.
Is there perfection in life?
Some people believe so.
Some people don't.
I for one, believe that there is perfection.
But only when we accept the imperfect and see it as the best as it can go.
One man's meat can be another man's poison.
Nothing in this world is perfect if we refuse to accept it as it is.
Hence, I think that it is right to come to a conclusion:
That individuals who live solely to find perfection in life, will never be happy.
Because people who seek perfection and who's purpose is to find perfection, will never be truly happy with what they have.
Even the purest of waters will never be good enough for them.
For them, perfection is their ultimate goal.
Perfection is what they strive for.
They LIVE for perfection.

Even I am guilty of living for perfection.
Like I once said:
I am more concerned with perfection than with beauty or anything else.

Why do we seek perfection?
What do we gain from obtaining perfection?
Nothing at all.
Perfection is just an illusion in our minds.
Perfection is what we see when we believe it to be.
Or so it may seem.

Some may seek perfection to fill an emptiness in our hearts.
Because there is a void in our souls.
Because we believe that in order to be worthy to be loved, and to love, be must seek the greatest and the best.
Because without perfection, we are nothing.
Because without perfection, we are of the pits and nothing more.
Because without perfection, we have nothing else to live for.
Because living for perfection gives us something to live for.

Although there is no one true perfection for everybody, at least we know that there is something that we have.
And that is appreciation.
Taking the imperfect and seeing it in a different light.
Being thankful for what we have.
Appreciating what we have, and thinking of others.
Making the world a better place.

Happiness would be the true perfection over anything else.
Because without happiness, we have no reason to live.
Because everything we do, we do to make ourselves happy.

And that's what I want for you.
I want you to be happy.
I want you to be happy with me.
You and me.
Just me and you.
And that shall be my perfection.


:)
Gonna go read up a little of Biology now.
See yous.


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