Perfection does not exist and who wants to be a ‘perfect’ clone anyhow?
I choose diversity. I choose being a little crazy. I choose a dose of geekiness, a pinch of knowledge, and a measurement of individuality. To be real is to embrace yourself fully. To be self content and to accept.
We spend wasted time over analysing ourselves, doubting, regretting, yet this time is a always a moment gone. The important and cherished times are when we embrace security, when we realise. Fully realise. When we can truly be thankful.
Happiness is accepting ourselves. Accepting our perfections and more perfect imperfections. Happiness is being surrounded by those who love all of these. Happiness is delighting in this and delighting in ourselves.
Frankly speaking, happiness is simply letting go.
A thought is only controlled by the thinker.
The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…