We all search for truth. We all hunt for the one true 'God'.
​We crave to find our one perfect love, and we long for the day we will be rid of all pain, suffering, and anxiety. We endlessly look to a distant future and create a fantasy, a fantasy that only the more creative minds can make perfect in their conscience. We touch other people's lives in everything we do and say, more so then anybody can comprehend.
All of our mistakes have things to be taken from them in learning, and scars to be observed as a permanent reminder of the lesson we had, hopefully, learned.
Nothing we can predict is absolute. If you or of I can comprehend something, it is not wholly as it seems.
For our lives are filled with untold lies; hidden details that keep our minds in the dark of this world and never let us fully examine the powerful and immense beauty that it has to offer. So I write, to expose the heart and the mind to perfect love, absolute morals, and stress free relationship.
Perfection is quite impossible, but exposure to the truth is possible through the thoughts and feelings enclosed in my writing. -JCM
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We'll see where this goes, I guess.
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