Life is perfectly perfect, with shit and sugar in rations

For a change of pace, I thought I would share the more positive and less cynical side of myself.

Of course, that is, while cynicism is on a brief vacation.

I have slowly come to realize that life is perfect.

Perfection does not lie in the physical manifestation of idealism; instead it is in the realization of truth and the acceptance of that very thing.

Living is a scary concept, state of being, call it what you will.

The fact remains that without pain nobody could recognize pleasure and sometimes it is a simultaneous sensation.

Every gain requires that you lose something of equal or greater value, if you did not, the worth of that which is attained would not be realized.

Everyone has seen better and worse than the day they have had, while others have seen the unimaginable. Although, to each, tragedy might mean something completely different, due to circumstance, all we ultimately know is what we have seen, felt and experienced.

The best analogy I could put this theory into is this: It has been said that the writer that writes more than she/he reads does not make for a good writer at all. One must experience as fully, if not more so, the comparisons, contrasts and contemporaries if one is to find true inspiration.

My professor gave the most inspiring definition of life (more eloquently put, this is what was said): Everybody questions their purpose in the universe; the ageless question: "Why are we here?" The answer is this: "To perfect our understanding of love."

To find and understand what it means to love ourselves, our families, friends, neighbors and others, as well as enemies alike. To have the ability to love mankind wholly and forgivingly.
Brilliant!

What truly remains is that we are given both shit and sugar in rations so Perfectly Perfect that we not only survive, but if we are lucky, we thrive. We learn and grow, feel pain and refuse to make the same mistakes twice and, finally, WE ACCEPT FEELING HUMAN!!