Chop Wood, Carry Water

“Why does imperfection rock?” I asked Izabel.

“It has no boundaries. It’s infinite.”

“And perfection has boundries. Once something’s perfect, it’s done.”

“Yes, it can’t evolve into something even better…”

Suddenly I felt invincible, as if I could conquer the world because I was so gloriously imperfect. However, as usual, the moment of embracing my imperfection vanished, my   insecurities returned, and I returned to chopping wood and carrying water.

11.ChopWoodBefore enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.