The Days We Have

The perfect imperfection of life

Carpamus dulcia: nostrum est, quod vivis: cinis et manes et fabula fies — Let us rejoice: today is ours, and then we shall turn to dust, shadow, legend.

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There is nothing perfect in this world.

Every day is different. Sometimes, we feel like we are torn into pieces. Our perception is not on a focus. Something is missing. Something is not the way we want to be. We feel lost.

Then, we gather our personality. We are whole and happy again.

The small parts of the puzzle are in their right place if we are lucky.

But we continue to search, to wander… to find ourselves, and… to get lost…

There is nothing perfect. The world is better this way.

We have what to chase. We have what to dream about. We need to move.

If we reach all our wishes and fulfill all our dreams, then what?

What will we have then?

We need a flame to tighten us. Sometimes, it might be just a mere candle in the night.

Sometimes, it might be the tip of a cigarette you share with a friend. The moment may be truly perfect because you feel so united and together.

Yes, there are perfect instants.

Seconds, minutes, days… in which we are all light. And even our sadness on such days is beautiful. Soft and gentle, like silk.

There are also such people with whom everything is lovely— bordering on the unreal. The words between us are an inspiration. The silence between us is warmth.

But no matter how cruel it seems, everything is fleeting. It flows like grains of sand in an hourglass…

Therefore, we must be able to capture the moment. The minute. The days — the significant ones, the real ones. To know how to experience them. Let’s celebrate them. Even quietly. Even if only deep in the soul.

We are today. Tomorrow is not ours. Past is a memory.

What will be tomorrow? Who knows?

It’s the end of the year. It is a perfect time to look forward to today — a smile, a pleasant conversation, a kiss, a glass of good wine…

Let me wish you all to be healthy. Let me wish you to be strong enough to struggle for the important things in your life.

We do not need perfection.

What’s the point of having something perfect when there are so many more interesting imperfect things?!

Let us enjoy the days we have.

Thank you for reading.

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