It is never easy, not flawless; just your average
And it is not the easiest thing to do. It never was...
Everybody struggles with consistency. But that's the goal, to have consistency. to make it happen. Choosing to turn it into something is not easy, but you still chose to do it.
That's where discipline and real passion take place. During the moments where you lack the motivation to do it, do it anyway. Everybody thinks that passion exists when you do things that you are really fired up to do, but they forgot to complete the sentence. They forgot that being passionate does not only mean doing things at a time where you feel like doing them. It's beyond that; it's a commitment, and commitment goes beyond actions.
You never get to pick your struggle, but it comes around depending on the situation you choose to engage in. We all think that everything will be flawless every time we plan it. We forget that perfection isn't real either. There can only be better, but perfection?
Nah, it doesn't exist. Hence, as much as we want to be optimistic, that's just what we can do. I hoped for things that would turn out better, but not flawlessly. There will always be faults.
And I'm just realizing that now...I don't know what "yours" is, but I consider this a big win. For someone who always thinks that things should happen perfectly, the ounces of sweat and tears to be considered are not included in the equation. It's a world where failures cease to exist. No heroes, because the hero alone can never go wrong. There will always be compromise.
That's why I can never agree with the starter pack of a common Filipino teleserye. It's full of drama and issues. I learned long ago that it was a full portrayal of things that had been influenced by the Americans during the American occupation in the Philippines—things like mobs, affairs, high maintenance, graft and corruption.
I never believed in the version of Cinderella being always a Damsel in Distress and the Prince, who, without actually making an extraordinary effort, becomes her saviour.
What kind of savior? From the hard life? The Prince just got to dance with him in just one night, with her leaving her glass slippers, even if the author says that they perfectly fit her. And is it even possible that you explore the whole town and can only wear those shoes?
Like, how is that supposed to happen? You've got a place with a bunch of girls almost at the same age, and one girl can only wear the shoes. Are your feet that big? Poor genetics As a result, the lesson here is that sometimes you just have bad genes.
hough this is too weak to establish a connection with the other clause, the point is that the idea of being helpless can never be written on our minds that eutopia has been made to battle the predicament which will lead to melancholies. And as bad as it may seem, we always end up going back over and over the plot because a conflict should exist.
A battle should happen. And no matter what kind of battle it is, whether one cheers for it or not, it will never be non-existent. So if you're still expecting things to happen flawlessly, think again.
