what if

i was absolutely perfect just the way i am.
roll with me for a sec.

if i had nothing to master, strive for, or attain, where exactly would that leave me .. knowing that i already am enough.

eg ..

i love playing music.

i could succumb to the notion that i can’t play music properly. that there is a proper way to do it.

a flow to be had, a way to learn.

and until i had learned-ded it, i wouldn’t never be completely competent in that genre.
i would probably need to spend a large sum of money to attain this attainment, some kind of degree or something, so a large wad of debt perhaps ..
then maybe i could play music.
maybe.
but what if all i needed was

love for it.

wouldn’t that make me competent already.
how and when i play music isnt really the point ay.

i can push play
i got ears to hear.
toes to tap.
hips to swing
doesn’t that make me competent enough.

.
Now take that theory and lay it over everything we’ve ever been taught about achieving and attaining shit.

The End.


kpm©

so ..

turns out there is no perfect way to do things.


kpm©


 

Image

unfucked thought.

Unopened.

Untouched.

New.

Thats what a flower bud tells Me.

They’re perfect – even before they’ve bloomed.

<3


kpm ©