Over and Above, taking it Beyond

I have always been captured by the horizon. It is the epitome of the end and the beginning; a threshold of promises; a future of the present and the present of the past. It's all but a line that fills the very mark of the end and the beginning of the sea. As we approach it, it goes further; reminding us to always go further. For life is a journey. One that ends and begins with a cry - birth and death; at both times we cry, the other with joy, the other with sadness, of longing, of fear. Both moments, we celebrate; always for the celebration of life. The beginning and the end. And in the middle, what do I have? Life. 

And in the middle, I find people that inspire me. Some of them, I did not expect to meet; I did not expect would inspire me. 

Man - never contented, always wishing for the better, aiming for the best, aims a little more further. It's a cycle, nonstop, never ending, undeniably ended only if we achieve perfect happiness. But where is perfect happiness? And I ask this, why look for perfection if what we have before us is short of perfection but is beyond aesthetics, beyond contentment? It all boils down to perspective. No, life is, can never be, and will never be perfect, but life gives us moments, people that make us believe in perfection. Because perfection is not the absence of mistakes, heartaches and disappointments. Perfection is the presence of moments that erase every mistake, every heartbreak and every disappointment. Perfection is laughter. Perfection is a smile. Perfection is unguarded moments. Perfection is. 

I mumble. I blabber. I complain. Because I am disappointed, frustrated, upset. I question the existence of perfection. 

She mumbles, she blabbers but she does not complain. She only smiles. And she laughs. She laughs because she is amazed. That life has been made complicated by idiots like me. That life has been made disappointing by morons like me. That life has been made mediocrity by dimwits like me.

She smile because now she can celebrate with family, because now, she can be the hero of the family. Little did she know, she became a hero to me. She made me realize, life is simple if we want it to be. Life is beautiful just because. 

The idiot, the moron, the dimwit, that is me, meets a young one who knows that life is not about perfection but moments and people that makes you believe in perfection, if not, then at least, happiness. 

For why search for perfection if here in front of you is happiness?