When we think we have it all, we don’t. You wouldn’t catch me saying it but there isn’t a thing called, perfect; no, perfect is not that perfect or cracked up to be. It is convoluted. It makes the perfect story, the best headline for the billboard charts but it is incomplete, a semicolon on a luggage of many Amens.
© Angela Aguiar
Nothing in life is perfect and never designed but often, unscripted. Hope gives us the right to believe in tomorrow and as long as there is hope, there is belief, trust, faith in what’s to come. Believe that no pain is in vain, no sacrifice isn’t worth it or bare much fruit but scars of life, unscathed. Moving right along we keep, to an uncertainty we can’t foresee, with life always bringing us semicolons, a delay response to occurrences, one we may never understand nor comprehend, especially when now seems to be the wanted and the wanting, desirable. Yup, that faith within us!
©️ Angela Aguiar
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