Heavy Hearted

The race.
You're always running ahead of your reality. You're ignorant for the sake of survival.
Eventually, there comes a time, when you have to look into the eyes of your reality. No matter how brutal it might be, no matter how much you despise it, it is true and it exists.
When everything seems to be static, life seems to be stagnant, you just don't know what to do about it. It's is the way it is, nothing more, nothing less.
You have certain things, that you want to be more than what they are, but it's not the right time.
You don't have other things, and you just hope that they are the right ones.
Even when you feel that everything is as right as it can get, there are moments, when you probably aren't in the right situation to handle it.
But then, when was life about perfection? You can't expect everything to always be right and perfect.
Expectations are what make life so complicated.
It's never about perfection, it never was. It is about striving for the thing that you think, feel and accept to be perfect.
My perfect isn't necessarily your perfect, and vice versa.

My perfect is about being happy with what you've got, and working hard, being ambitious about getting what you haven't got.
There is no finality to the infinity of perfection. It's a continuous process, like, levels in a video game. You play the game and level by level, it gets tougher. Sometimes, you get the chance to repeat the level and learn from your mistakes. At other times, you have to start all over again.

The key is, to learn from your mistakes. Try to understand the way you can get through life in the best way possible. And the best way isn't universal, it is individual. It's what you think and should know, is the best for you.

Live and love life... It might be short, it might be long, but it can be beautiful, if you want it to be so.

Would you prefer tangling yourself in the thorns? Or ignore the pain, regardless it's existence and enjoy the beauty and pleasure of the roses?