Random Bumblings on a Midwinter Night's Eve...

Life is truly an odd thing. For me, it always tended to balance out everything, annoyingly so. Once I had reached the epitome of one great accomplishment, the failure or disappointment from another would drag me down again from whence I came. Throughout life’s entire course of being, this balance endures. Only in death does this ever stop. Death. A place of no maybes. Where those kith and kin to partially, somewhat, to some extent, and kind of are nowhere to be seen or heard. There are only 2 destinations we will ever end up in (Heaven/Hell) and you can’t be kind of in the middle of the two.

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Perfection is impossible. As you become better in one area, you automatically get worse in another. In being thin, you cannot be fat. And yet, perfection is the art of mastering everything is it not? So how can you be perfect when you’re still lacking so much?

Perfection is the absence of the imperfect. And yet, to be imperfect is perfectly human. So do those that we deem perfect also become inhuman? But that raises the other question of their perfection now as to how they can be perfect when they lack even the most basic thing that all of us share in common: our humanity.

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There is this one person. A person ordinary in so many ways (and I don’t mean this in the way a girl would make modest claims on another’s true characteristics in order to hide the admiration that she feels for him) No, I mean what I said (or wrote in this case) in that he is truly ordinary. And yet, I find myself inspired by him. I feel as if I’d carry the world for the whole of eternity if that would make him happy. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like him (at times, I even go so much as to loathe him) And yet, through all of his annoyances, through all of his obliviousness, I’m still affected by the benign rays of his being. Perhaps this is what they call ‘loving because of Allah SWT’.

But whatever it may be called, I’m glad to have met him; as I am glad to have met all of the other people in my life. For they’ve all seemed to be able to change it for the better. But he is special. He was my silent motivator even if he himself didn’t know that he was affecting my life so. It was he who became the mirror that revealed all of the imperfections I'd been so ignorantly unaware of. Perhaps I’m overreacting. Perhaps I’m just disconcerted because this is the first time I’ve ever felt this kind of a connection. Perhaps.