i have first seen this poem in a period when i was truly fascienated by the books of soemone like Aristotel, Platon, Confucius...people that lived to find a way to escape of them selfs....da ...sa fuga de ei insisi....they tried to find reasons, the cause of our existence, to find a solution, to give examples , to find a supreme purpose for this humanity that has no purpose,
but what about us? what about what we feel, what about what we want? what about what we are...who we are....?
they always talked about what we have to be not must be,
i am what i wanna be
i am not a good person, but i am not a bad person neighter
i don`t deserve more that the others but i don`t deserve less
when everybody sais that you are a special person in fact you are not special for anybody
why we have to try to be perfect when we know already that the perfection does not exist
perfection is borring, to be perfect means to be always the same
to be the same means that you are not different
everybody wants to be perfect and wanting that it means that you are like everybody
so only if you are not perfect you are different
the ideea is that we must accept ourselfs the way we are ...good bad...crazy or not...tall. short, fat, blond, we are different, and we must stay this way
so.......DON`T TRY TO BE PERFECT!!
I gave up at this ideea when i met lucian blaga....
i wont forget anymore who i am and what i am...but tomorow i will be soemone else!