Imperfect in Time

The truth is, at the end of the day, none of us does anything purely out of the goodness of our hearts. Whether we admit it or not, we all expect something in return. It’s an age-old paradox that can either drive one mad, or force one to strive for a perfection that does not and cannot exist. Even Jesus, for all his gifts and abilities, was not perfect. He was human, and humans are imperfect. He did his best to be a good person, but even he expected something in return from those he helped.

This is what’s rolling around my brain at this crazy hour. I’ve been up most of the night with mind-numbing pain, and my brain is trying to cope with it by pulling weird shit out of seldom visited areas of my subconscious. It happens a lot more often than anyone knows.

Not that anyone cares – which is fine. Most people don’t get me, anyway – hell, even I don’t get me sometimes.

Maybe some day, a hundred centuries from now, someone will be up at the crack of stupid dealing with mind-numbing pain, their brain will be struggling to cope with it by pulling weird shit from seldom visited areas of their subconscious, and they’ll stumble on this post. Maybe…


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