FLAWLESS FLAWS.
It’s funny how our brain remembers the tiniest of the detail
of everything we have experienced. One may think that there are no memories of
an event when one wants to think about it, but in an unlikeliest event or time,
there you are, sitting and laughing about a memory that happened what it feels
like a millennium ago. Our instincts grow from experience which thrives on
memories. Once you encounter an accident while crossing a road, you learn to
look both ways before taking a step, because you know what will happen if you
don’t and that remains forever a memory.
Scary memories scar us for life. The loss of a loved one in
front on one’s eyes, a terrible event occurring at an unlikely time; this all
adds up to it. Time can heal, and time can tell. You may think that memory is
not there anymore, when in the next second it comes back to you and all you
want is to hide somewhere. In those moments, all you can do is wait. This too
shall pass.
Music helps to an extend to keep us up to pace with
everything around us. A person must have experienced a rush of adrenaline when listening
to the strum of a guitar of a favorite song, or the pang of words to the
consciousness when they understand what they mean for them. A sight of a bird helps,
the view of a photo, the sound of a person. Every tiny bit of detail helps, for
our brain works in a weird way than we do. We spend hours and days trying to
perfect something, but what we do not see is the flawless flaws hidden
somewhere, that we encounter only at the last second, when it is already in the
limelight.
We can try to do
everything well and perfect, but there is always something that go wrong
somewhere. It doesn’t mean we have to stop trying, it just means we have to
either work hard or make peace with it. We are the creations of someone, and we
are the perfect example of imperfectness. It would be strange for us to see
everything perfectly, when the being itself is long way from it. We are meant to be what we are, and only when we make peace with it will be peaceful after all.
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