Chop Wood, Carry Water

“Why does imperfection rock?” I asked Izabel.

“It has no boundaries. Perfection has boundries. Once something’s perfect, it’s complete, it can’t evolve into something  better.”

“Since I’m imperfect, I’m limitless?” I was eternal, I felt myself soar until one by one my insecurities begin to creep back in, and I returned to chopping wood and carrying water.

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