As you descend into madness or ascend into enlightenment or even as you seem to live life in a state of stagnation, nothing and no one is as perfect as you are. You are where the world wants you to be... As joyous and tragic as it may be, you are here because it was meant to be; call it fate, call it chance, or meaningless advancements that chemicals influenced our hands. Perfect or not, they are all in one and all and none. Tragic, ecstatic, comedic, romantic, melancholic, cinematic, ironic, etc... All that the world has offered, and will offer, will always be... perfect...
Each day is perfect on its own... Just as each moment and each life is perfect. If we live the same perfect day every day or the same perfect life every life, then that day or life would just lose its charm. Every day is a stranger that we meet. Each life will be a constant stranger that we will meet. Sometimes, it may seem like we are living the same old day every day, but we are not. We've gone through days that are similar to the ones that we've lived through, but they are not the same. Much like yourself and everyone around you, we're all perfectly made for an unknown and ultimate purpose.
One can only rejoice and detach themselves from the illusions of the past, or one can try to bring the weight of all the illusions that one wants to bring, and play a silly mime game. Well, I lovee playing those mime games; I looked amusing.
