These words all have the same meaning but their languages are different, right? That's what we become sometimes, a known entity within a unrecognized cosmos, we know what we have to do, yet we fail to find ourselves from within, just like when an artist knows the perfect colour for the portrait, but fails to make the perfect blend to get that perfect colour from splashes of vibrant and dull colours in the pallete, just because he keeps on blending the vibrant ones with themselves, and not trying to find perfection from dullness too. And so he keeps on trying when his brush accidentally dips in a dull colour and suddenly he sees what he has been missing, and understands that perfection can't be persuaded upon, it has to be seen and found within yourself, the imperfect perfection.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Sprouting Conundrums
SpiritualSometimes it's best to question yourself, lest suddenly you don't know who you're anymore, what you've been looking for and when you'll find what you've been looking for.
