perfection is a weird thing. i've always aimed for the best. i've seen enough people lower their standards and settle with second best. i've seen enough of my friends settle for crap jobs, second rate dreams and boyfriends/girlfriends/spouses that are there for the sake of being there. being in a city you are constantly surrounded with broken dreams and an overwhelming sense of jadedness and unfulfillment.
life is never a continuous summer. there will be rain clouds. every movie has its low points. things will go out of tune.
but i embrace that. i choose to embrace imperfection. i choose to see beauty in the ghetto, in the low end. in the streets where no one wants to go to. there is beauty everywhere. it's all in our eyes.
my worldview has changed dramatically over the years and being in a city can be tough. there is often no way out. no place for silence and each day i long for the ocean and for bright blue skies and for people who see eye to eye but maybe it's time to learn and relearn. so help me God.
