Like it is said, there is an art in being imperfect. An art in being different, original. A mountain is not a mountain if it lacks jaggedness. A person is not human if he is flawless. Which is how life is not life if all paths are carved out. For life may begin with a road, but that road fades, for life expects us to make our way through. To make our own road to lead anywhere, through anything, and to experience.
Some of us, however, want to first sweep the ground that lacks a road- to avoid all problems. Some of us want to be protected from all dangers. Some of us want to abandon life by abandoning our will to get through life. For we fear doing something wrong and bearing consequences.
What we don’t realize is that if we take shelter, we will never know. We will never feel the jaggedness of the mountains. We will never hear a song in the waterfall. We will never admire the swaying leaves, but brush them away. Will we ever stop focusing on life, and admire it? Will we stop sweeping the falling twigs and branches, but find beauty? Will we ever climb the mountain and feel its steepness? Will we ever stop in the middle of life to just admire its roadlessness?
Or will we just give up?
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