the edges of the circle are left uncolored
never perfect
my cup has room for one more drop, maybe 2
a word to be added here, perhaps there
a picture left to be hung
hands to hold
hugs to be given
wishes to be shared
money to be spent
There is always something left. Words to be said, tears to be cried. Nothing is ever complete.
Shouldn't the understanding of this fact allow for contentment in the unfinished? to know and believe that everything is changing and growing in a constant state of modification, nothing is the same as it was merely moments ago.
Older
wiser
fatter
thinner
more
less
changed
Find relief in the knowledge: it can always get better or be better or different, because it is always changing. There is no need to long for anything, because even once acquired, it will all, in a matter of time,
CHANGE.
