I want to stop trying to make things around me perfect, to stop searching for perfection. To stop using that evil fucking word.
It is a waste of time, a neverending persuit - like a dog chasing and trying to catch it's tail.
Frustration.
Nothing is perfect.
There is no perfect husband or wife.
There is no perfect boyfriend or girlfriend.
There are no perfect families, parents, or people.
Sorry Lou Reed, but there are no "Perfect Days" either.
Maybe there are images of perfection, but they are only illusions.
We can however feel perfection. Like an orgasm, for example, the climax.
Perfection.
The Rolling Stones aren't the only who who can't get satisfaction. No one can.
All we can do is search for those perfect feelings and cherish them, appreciate them.
Love, of course is not perfect. But the feeling of love is or maybe that's just the orgasmic feeling again.
No regrets.
The point is that we have to stop rating, compairing, complaining, analyizing,over-analysizing every person, place, and thing untill it all ends up looking like an aborted elephant man that got butt-raped by a grizzley bear.
But, again, fuck it. No regrets, right ?
This doesn't mean that we have settle, we just have to keep ourselves busy - keep searching, keep laughing, running, jumping, singing, screaming, smiling, dancing, crying, eating, traveling, drinking, loving, dreaming, liking, fucking, (there's that orgasm again ) for those perfect feelings.
And in the end, maybe the climax really is the only perfection.
That or chocolate.
But in the end, fuck it !
No regrets.
It is a waste of time, a neverending persuit - like a dog chasing and trying to catch it's tail.
Frustration.
Nothing is perfect.
There is no perfect husband or wife.
There is no perfect boyfriend or girlfriend.
There are no perfect families, parents, or people.
Sorry Lou Reed, but there are no "Perfect Days" either.
Maybe there are images of perfection, but they are only illusions.
We can however feel perfection. Like an orgasm, for example, the climax.
Perfection.
The Rolling Stones aren't the only who who can't get satisfaction. No one can.
All we can do is search for those perfect feelings and cherish them, appreciate them.
Love, of course is not perfect. But the feeling of love is or maybe that's just the orgasmic feeling again.
No regrets.
The point is that we have to stop rating, compairing, complaining, analyizing,over-analysizing every person, place, and thing untill it all ends up looking like an aborted elephant man that got butt-raped by a grizzley bear.
But, again, fuck it. No regrets, right ?
This doesn't mean that we have settle, we just have to keep ourselves busy - keep searching, keep laughing, running, jumping, singing, screaming, smiling, dancing, crying, eating, traveling, drinking, loving, dreaming, liking, fucking, (there's that orgasm again ) for those perfect feelings.
And in the end, maybe the climax really is the only perfection.
That or chocolate.
But in the end, fuck it !
No regrets.
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