Learning to bend for the sake of words.
Whenever I decide to sit and write I feel the need to have everything perfect around me. Somehow the importance of words and their dignity for me should not be shared with anyone less than perfect. Maybe I put them to an extremely high stature. Little did I know that life is everything but perfect and or perhaps our definition of perfect is flawed. Is it? For that I say " Like beauty perfection also lies in the eye of the beholder " Today I learned to bend my back on certain things. To realize that when you pave your way differently than that of which you ideally thought of , it does not kill the importance of that subject but rather shines your affection towards it . Something you are ready to mould your self for. Something ? Anything?