Bloobb. There. Another mind-caeca and another one down the drain.
Somehow, somewhere, something always goes wrong.
It is not just a derelict purgatory that we try to self loathe ourselves in, but is the plain affirmed result of the highly conspicuous odds that arise against us. It is not such an occult thing to happen either. Shit just happens., and to everyone. Yet we continue to strive on to attain a state of great paragon, that we try to aggress ourself in.
But such mandate a ne plus ultra is not welcome to every train of thought. Some people find it quite insatiable a need. Nobody is perfect, they say; and follows a lilliputian squirt of their own wit, and I am a nobody.
Perfection is desirable, where it is a pre-requisite; and I believe, hardly so in day-to-day life. Errors are bound to happen, it is the way of life. And like it is said, learn from our own mistakes. And there is another witty wile by some random blogger on the internet, and since we do not live long enough to make all mistakes ourself, learn from others' mistakes as well.
Even practice would not make a man perfect. Flawless to some extent, maybe. But to achieve a Gold Standard in day-to-day life, is just inconceivable.
So live happily in this utterly errant state of futile felicity while you can enjoy the jocosity in your own silly slips, for what is the point of being, if it is just gratifying the penury of perfection.
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