There’s a vision of a perfect picture in my mind. Sometimes I see it in my dreams, vividly. But I struggle every day to capture it in the physical realm, as it easily escapes my grip.
It has become my obsession to bring this picture into reality, though I suspect it is constantly changing, transforming, becoming better, like myself.
Yes, it seems that even a perfect image, which the Creator once declared “it is good,” can become even better.
So I will keep chasing this dream like a butterfly in a garden, just to catch a glimpse of its beauty and perfection.
I’ll dedicate myself to it like a child is dedicated to play. I don’t really mind the audience watching.
I don't really mind, I'm too busy playing
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