Nature exists in perfection. It becomes the verb of itself. A tree trees, air airs, earth earths, fire fires. They perfect what they are supposed to be. If we as individuals take ourselves as a verb and perfect the being that we are, then great heights we can reach and wonder of all ages we can see. If only we can commit to be the verb of our being.
Just acceptable and unacceptable levels of insanity
Who determines that is a mystery
We don’t know where we came from or where we are going. So could there actually be a thing called normal? Is the person who douses themself in drugs and alcohol normal because they can’t stand the insanity?
Or is the person who walks on and ignores the insanity in a sober state normal? There is no such thing as normal and supposed to be … don’t you believe? So if there is no normal, it means you must must be exactly who you are.
That is the only thing the universe expects you to be. A 100 percent expression of you.