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-July 20, 2014-
I’m looking through the internet.
I’m looking for what I seek in life.
Goals.
Something to hold on to.
I have no goals. I feel so lost. I don’t know what to do every day. What to want.
"The wise aim at perfection"*
Perfection.
Hmm. Perfection.
I want to be perfect.
My goal in life: perfection.
But…
But…?
But, what is perfection?
5:40 am.
-July 20, 2014-
I’m at school.
The kid in front of me is yelling.
He’s bleeding. I can see the blood is coming from his nose.
Imagine that blood. Metallic blood. Warm blood. Pouring blood.
Did I really just create that gash?
I’m a monster.
Whatever perfect is, I’m far from it.
"The wise aim at perfection"*
Wise. Perfect.
The two things I’m not.
Maybe I should just work on becoming wise.
The perfection can come afterwards.
3:30 pm.
I know it's not long. My excuse is: i'm just starting out. I will tell you that, in the near future, my chapters will get longer (maybe, if you;re lucky - my next chapter) ;)
And i'll make the cover soon.
*Saying by Imam Ali
