“Truths and roses have thorns about them.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
Today’s heart is a frame. I make frames most of the time and this was a natural result. Usually my frames are decorated with bits of this and pieces of that. This one is all wood and paint. I painted it this morning, listening to my son tell me the history of World of Warcraft while the wind blew outside.
I don’t know if I will keep or sell this frame. I sell them most of the time. This one was such a little joy to make, I might keep it. It got me thinking while I was painting it – thinking about our different versions of perfect. I have an ideal and I am sure it is dissimilar to yours.
That amazes me. Really. I know what I need to make me happy – what satisfies me and makes me whole. I hope that I am able to fulfill my sons needs until he gets old enough to seek out his own answers. But someone just like me somewhere else has a different list of requirements. I could give them everything I have and they wouldn’t be happy or whole.
The world is such a wild, wonderful and wicked place. I realize that we need the differences to get along and as I have mentioned before, I think the things that make us different are the things that make us rock. I create things, spend time with my son, husband and sister, my friends. It may not seem all that original but it certainly makes me me.
There is no way to attain perfection. Just the word itself deems it unreachable. Is the goal to get as close as possible then? If that is the case, that makes me sad because if you manage to somehow get the impossible, what else are you trying for? Who then do you care for? Who do you please?
I am embracing my faults and flaunting my achievements, if only for today. I am going to stop reaching up and just reach across.
Musings