Musings from behind the Pashmina Veil
My light in This Dark desires no perfection.
It eyes it, contemplating its achievement.
Mapping out a path to it.
Like a mathematical equation pulsing with ironies, oxymoron and allegories
It upends the many pits on the path laid out to achieving perfection.
Desiring this though would leave the parts of me that are perfectly imperfect lost and wandering
Defeating the very desire to be perfect.
I am far from perfect.
I stumble, I deter, I fail, I disappoint
Not just myself but also those who love me and those who just want a piece of my Lights brilliance.
Where it hurts is when I allow these to define me rather than embrace my scrapes, my less, and my procrastination.
Embracing these does not equate an inability to fulfil the purpose of My light in The Dark.
Nope. Not at all.
E don tey wey the pursuit of perfection don scatter ambition.
It’s okay to not make sense to all. Perfect toy imperfect.
Focus: on your Lighg in your dark. Chart your path with your circle that enables your light.
I say e don tey.
I dey come, many more parts of My light want to stand and face The Dark.