On things that matter

I suppose it is quite possible to obsess over perfection so incessantly that every step taken towards it becomes slippery, or worse, seems slippery despite being on sure footing. And yet, to search so desperately for a perfection in which one can believe may lead not to clear light but shrouded fog. They say guidance helps.

Still, perfection is one's own. What good is perfection to others if it is not perfection to you!

Who's deluded: them or you?

Today, three different people laughed and told me I'm going crazy. Rubbish!