Deep Thoughts

So I'm sitting here contemplating life. Big contemplation, huh? lol...not really. Somebody said something to me the other day that has been lurking in my thoughts ever since. They made the comment that their life was perfect. I'm still not sure what they meant by it, because honestly is anyone's life ever "perfect"? We all have moments of perfection in our lives, but to have never-ending perfection means either 1) You are lying about something, 2) You are ignoring something or 3) You have very low aspirations. I don't think anyone can say that every single aspect of their life is perfect, but if you are the billion to one person - What is there left to achieve?
I have noticed that alot of peole equate a perfect life by how much money they have. The person who made this comment to me did have more than they could hope to spend in this lifetime. I just don't see it tho. I have never equated money with happiness. It can make life easier, but it can make it harder too. Money could never make me love someone more and it has never made me want to be friends with someone. To me, money is just the means to exist. It doesn't make you live for the moment. I grant that sometimes money may make the moments easier to access, but would I shrivel up and die if I couldn't spend it hand over fist on whims? No. I wouldn't. I know this from life. I know what the important things in life are. It's knowing that my son is capable and healthy and that he loves me and he knows I love him. Knowing that whatever problems may come up, it can be worked out. Having a few really good friends versus a multitude of acquaintances. It's knowing that the man that I love more than life itself is asleep in the next room. Knowing that when I finish writing and go lie down with him that he will pull me into his arms. Not because I demand it, but because it is natural for him. It will be a perfect moment strung together with other perfect moments. He is everything I ever dreamed of, and yet we are not perfect. It makes the relationship exciting. How boring would it be if we had achieved all that there could ever be between us? It's not knowing what will happen tomorrow that gives you a chance to dream. If your life is perfect, do you dream any more? I would rather have an imperfect life that leaves me with my hopes and dreams. I want everyday to be another chance to make a dream come true. I don't ever want to be perfect. I like being a mess. I'm willing to take the bumps and bruises that come along the way. And believe me, they do. I have the battle scars to prove it. Every bump is a lesson. Every scar a reminder. A string of imperfect moments. I wouldn't give back any of those bumps or bruises. If I did, how would I know how special the perfect moments are? I wouldn't. My life is far from perfect, but it is my life and I love it just the way it is.