perfection

Time becomes precious and we have learned how to push it. If it can be pushed. We deceive ourselves more than we know with priorities we have published and live by. Or, throw ourselves from the precipice in a matter of sheer turmoil. Very little is of importance, so in fact, walking away from the best or the worst is a preferable practice. Knowing everything is of no consequence other than to hasten the end, and walking into the unknown world of finding the way is the reverse of the decline. There in the random and unexpected you find God in all things. What more can we ask for? Good music, good friendships and conversation, sunny days and appetite. Gotta love it.