Even the best fall down sometimes. But falling is such a great feeling. For instance... How does a baby possibly learn to walk? By falling down continuously. And then getting back up. I'm pretty sure you hold its hand all the time it will never be able to stand alone, and that, I think, is a tragedy farworse than skinning your knee on the pavement every once in a while. Yeah, we all fall down. Every single one of us.
Basically, no one is perfect. The most beautiful girls are generally heartless (just kidding? maybe... who knows...) and a lot of the guys with the perfect bodies, faces, whatever are usually the biggest jerks (and/or assholes). There is always a flaw. Always something that will make you hesitate from accepting that person for who they are. If you meet someone who seems to be everything right, then look twice or as many times as it takes because there is something wrong. And there's nothing wrong with that. It just means you're breathing, alive and human. And Nothing is perfect. We can't solve poverty even though socialists are trying their best. You can't fix death or make life any easier than how it is. Your phone, your car, the internet, and whatever the hell else; all of it will break or let you down at some point.
There is not a single country in this world (technically) that has won every single war or conflict (not even the US). Go ahead and name the NFL team that has won every single game in its history. Cuz you can't. If there's an undefeated MMA fighter out there (like I'd know...) I'd like to see him stay undefeated for the rest of his life. Because he's gonna get old. And weaker. And he'll eventually lose. Or just die or something.
Imperfection. It's the one thing that's so beautiful about this world. It's funny that I use that word: beautiful.
You see, the one thing that will turn anyone into a monster is the undying desire to be the best, and the urge to reach perfection. Becaus as long as you're still breathing it will be impossible. The tragedy is not that we are not perfect, but the belief that we can be.
Let me put it this way. I suck terribly at the video game Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. My kill/death ratio is like an average of 8-15. Not really that great. But every time I get a kill, or even an assist, I leap for joy because I really do suck and me killing someone else is somewhat of a miracle. One of my buddies's ratio is an average of 27-3. He gets a kill, it's like breathing in. He dies, it's a tragedy. (And for me it's just part of the cycle... ha). It's almost as though he's numb to what I claim as instances just short of miracles. Ha.
Basically, one man's trash is another's treasure. It's true.
Pretty much, if you have everything then what more can you get? What's the point? If your life is perfect, what use is anything else? What's the purpose of going on further? If you win every time, what's the point of trying anymore? Ya catch my drift?
And going off on a rant, here, I wanna reiterate something from one of the older ones.
When things go badly, and they will, trust me, you don't need to be Superman. You don't have to know every answer. You don't have to know the perfect-est thing to do in that certain situation. You just need to be there. Because in five years, that person will probably forget what you said or promised. But they'll remember your presence.
That kinda goes with the idea that actions speak louder than words. And that they do.
Enough for now. I don't even know what the point of this was. But whatever. Thanks ya'll. Nighty night.
-GV
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