Survival is a trickiest thing one has to do, with or without cracking sanity into half. "Real" is questionable and victim to subjectivity, "Perfection" is subject to the 'Constant' of Change. Science calculates assumptions, and Art creates them. Yet here we are, humans who are so content in their world of somethings and nothings, complex simplicities and their circles of charming errors, live so naturally, it's quite amazing, really.
We spiral around life with only one weapon in hand: Dreams. Desires, whatever you'd like to call them. When we dream, we survive. When we survive, we live life. And Life is an expression of the human mind. Minds, actually.
Its the most admirable quality about us humans, that our fire for life is never doused. We see many things, and yet have the ability to make choices, that define our actions, that define who we are. Despite all odds, (so many of them created by our own consciousness) we paint pictures of life with conviction. Reality, perfection, all of it is studied, thought of, written about, but despite our vast universe of awareness, we think of life as something so much bigger than conception. Kudos to us, neh?
