Personal Reflection
Perfection is a myth we cradle like comfort. We tell ourselves we’re waiting — for the right timing, the right mood, the right alignment of stars. But really, we’re waiting for courage to feel easy.
It never does.
Life doesn’t hand you perfect moments. It hands you raw, flawed, jagged seconds that dare you to shape them into something worth remembering. Sometimes it’s a shaky step forward, sometimes it’s a scream in the dark, sometimes it’s planting your flag on the edge of a storm and saying, this is mine anyway.
I’ve lost years to waiting. I know the weight of “someday” too well. But the truth is, there is no someday. There is only this moment — unpolished, unready, but alive. And alive is all we need to start.
Reflective Prompt
What “perfect moment” have you been waiting for — and what could you do today to make your moment enough?
Memoirs of Madness 
Wow, I needed to hear that. I’ve been having this fear of walking alone in public, fear of being assassinated by nightmares, night terrors… dreams. I realize it’s unlikely for this to happen in real life… but I will take your words into mind. Thank you.
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you’re welcome and thank you taking the time to read and reflect
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Good post Mangus.
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thanks, Di
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Most welcome Mangus.
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