Days usually begin with a bit of plan, thoughts well organized pitching for perfection; seldom do we achieve that and I keep thinking about being perfect.
Chasing perfection is tiring, finding out flaws is difficult, what shall I do? Shall I stop looking for perfection or trying too hard? Do I actually try hard?
Making friends is difficult, sitting with them, seeing the faces of beautiful people holding their thoughts together, their actions together, does it make me worry about myself?
I am afraid so, it does make me worry about how hard I am trying to achieve the best I can. I am not worried about failing, but life, does it give a chance, if so when, to come back up again?
Walking alone in the streets so dark, my mind wonders into tunnels of loneliness, the world keeps moving around! People keep moving around, as I stand still holding my ground.
My head it starts spinning by the time the night dawns upon me, inside a dark and lonely room, my thoughts feel clustered, and on days when things are difficult, they lose their way! Who doesn’t, I feel? But does everyone have the stomach to wake up with the same strength everyday? I don’t know!
As I chase perfection, and accept my flaws in the way, it occurs to me that maybe I need to let it all go, holding onto the thoughts of making everything right, is the fight killing me? I don’t know! How do I assess where I am from where I was?
I sit here alone, all by myself; the radio inside my head keeps pitching it high, I need to get out there and keep pushing the boundaries everyday! But I actually want to pause and relapse back to reality later! I want out of this for a while, alone, in the day and all by myself in the night!
Just not the regular Guy! 