Everything is perfect. Everything is broken.

Everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be.
Everything needs to be fixed.

This conundrum will never die. At any given moment, I have the choice to alternate between the two lenses to accommodate whatever it is that I want to accommodate.

There is an undeniable urge to pick one for good, though. I mean having options is nice and all but who wants to dilly dally their existence away. You have to pick a spot. Stay there. Make it your home. Maybe travel every once in a while. But come back to a point.

The point.

Maybe having something set in stone is too much to commit to for some people. Maybe I am one of them. Maybe I am not.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

Maybe nothing matters.
But on the off chance that everything does, pick a spot.


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