These days it’s not wise to let out your true feelings and thoughts. It is sure to get you in trouble with those that don’t believe or see it the way you do. I’m normally not a person that talks about politics, news, religion or really much of anything other than what is safe. These days there is so much on my mind and it seems to be spilling over. Hold on this isn’t going to be a political bashing, religion pounding and it’s without opinions about what is racing through our news feeds these days. What is heavy on my heart is love, life and living.
This past weekend I attended an estate sale. It was in a very expensive home in the Dallas area. It was so beautiful and full of items that were not my normal fixer upper pieces. I’m not to sure why I wasted my time because I knew the items in this home I couldn’t afford. Nor did any piece in this home need to be fixed up. I was shocked at the prices and the security guard at the door telling me to remove my shoes. Like I said it was a very expensive home. As I walked the hallways of this home I notice family portraits that seems fake. Yes fake, the family didn’t really look real. I’m not sure what had happened to this family and why they were selling all of their items. It almost seemed like no one really lived in the house. It was cold and didn’t have a feel of love and life well lived within the walls. Remember I’m OCD and I notice things that most don’t. There was no dust anywhere in the house not a smudge of any kind to be found. Even the bedding look as if no one had ever slept on the bed. There were rooms that looked like no one had gone in them ever. In the photo’s there was two children but no where could you find a sign of the kids living there. There were rooms that looked like they were fake kids room, the kitchen seemed lifeless and the bathrooms looked unused. I heard a lady ask did a family live here, the reply was yes. Just yes no other explanation.
As I drove home my head was looking for an answer as to what this was all about. I found myself looking back over the years and how important it was for my home and life to look perfect. It never was and I know now it never will be perfect. Funny thing is at my age I’m happy about that. I know that seems a little weird to say you hope your life is never perfect. I do mean it really I do. Perfect means there would be no failure, so there would be no learning. Perfect means that I would never have a good cry over a bad day and relish in a chocolate bar that made it better. Perfect means my soul would never know the feeling of success after a big failure. Perfect means I wouldn’t see how blessed I was after I walked though complete darkness. You see perfect is the unbalance of life. We all have to have the good and the bad. It is what makes us who we are and who we will become. It’s what gives us character and without a doubt it’s what gives us life.
