So I've been making a lot of paper cranes lately (I've got to reach one thousand somehow), and as i sat on my crane-littered floor Saturday, making them time after time again, i realized that there were so many paper cranes, all of them were different, and not one of them was perfect. I thought it was a metaphor for life.
My thoughts: "Maybe this is how God feels."
But then, while contemplating whether or not that last statement was blasphemy, I realized that People are not like paper cranes.
The beauty of a crane comes from the details and the crazy perfect perfection of it.
In people, it's the crazy little quirks that make us awesome. Every buddy is different! Every buddy is perfect (not taking into account the whole thing with human imperfection. ugh...that's a whole other story. and with this little bit in parentheses i have contradicted my whole blog and only succeeded in confusing you).
Learn from this.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment