In search of something simple just everyday perfection

 

    I met a friend and so they say it wasn’t only the beauty marks, kind heart, or reflections of perfection but instead, or rather, maybe moreover, it was the compatible everyday humanity.  We both were failures and this we knew, too well. But into this failed state together was introduced a bit of everyday humanity.
    Now, you might say I am talking nonsense, but I take your point, so let me get to it. We were not souls enraptured above our bodies but two lost souls sharing a map. Kindred spirits learning to find hope and search for each day with love. 
    The falling apart of society is not only a loss in the sphere of identity but in how we can make each other whole, complete humans. How we can exist together not only as that which indicates we are something different, but also, with the other, something that is complete. These are not realities that indicate a simple solution and all is well; rather, these comments indicate a potential starting point. A place to meet, come together, and with each other try and be something moreover.  
    And here is part of the complexity: it is the shriveling into the self. The pushing and pulling apart of one another. The dreadful shaking of soul that not only destroys another but also oneself. Love thy neighbor as thyself is not a simple saying baked in the fabric of history’s cultural cliché; rather, these words when echoed into daily life like a prism refract heaven into earth and help one see, more often than not, we are one another. Not as a philosophic talking point debating the identity of the individual but as a beaming reality that love can meet failure and, in that moment, find something that each we need. Those simple moments we help each other find our everyday humanity.