There is no Dancing in the Perfect Life

People looked at me, and told me I was the one with the future. I would be the one with the successful job, and strong husband, and well disiplined kids. They said I had a knowledgeable world at a moment's reach. At the time I'd always frown. Because I knew I could never be content with that life. I'd always want more. One can never be content when striving for perfection.

Then I learned how to laugh. I learned how to accept things as they are. And I realized why I hated the perfect future. Because there is a right way, confined by standards, and one can never exceed, only live a life of struggle. That sounds tiresome. Wheres the dancing?

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