the world i take for granted

i use to think that nothing is perfect.

thirty years I have been taught by all that surrounds me.

the air i breathe, the sun i soak, the ground i walk upon, the water i feel, the words i hear, the drama i see, the anger i taste, the courage i seek, the confessions i speak, the truth i bleed, the disappointment i meet, the guilt i avoid, the love i speak, the life i lead.


I used to preach that there is no picture perfect in a painting.
There is not a single day that I try to prove to myself.
There is not a single day that I try to prove someone else wrong.

and every single day the world teaches me.

of lessons of love, of lessons of giving, of lessons of feeling, of lessons of seeing, of lessons of listening, of lessons of being, of lessons of asking.

but only a day in a year do i allow myself to learn.

learn that life itself is perfect.
perfect as the day i was born.