Somewhere

Somewhere in the world, a mother is crying. Somewhere, someone is dying. Somewhere out on the streets, a child is hungry and cold. Somewhere, someone is pleading for help.

Somewhere, but not here.

But you know they're out there. All the suffering in the world, you feel it. Close your eyes and listen, and you can hear them screaming, crying.

We are all part of this world. What happens to one happens to all. Everything is connected. One's joy, sadness, suffering or passion is for everyone. You can feel it in the air. Miniscule vibrations, soft as butterfly wings. Subliminal, but there. You know it, and you have to do something.

For your own sake.

Love and Tetris.

Playing tetris has always been hard for me. It’s a game of planning ahead, and also of appreciating things as they come. A player needs to do both to succeed.

My main problem is that I’m sometimes too much of an idealist. I have a certain idea of how things should be and I find it hard to compromise. I always need to fit each and every piece perfectly into one another. When a piece that doesn’t fit comes along, I put it to one side; I just have to wait for that perfect piece.

The problem is, the game doesn’t dish out perfect pieces. For all I know, the perfect piece may not even exist. The point is to make the imperfect ones fit anyway, so that the game itself will be perfect.

We will always have holes and gaps no matter how good we are. In the end, the game will have the final say which pieces we get and which ones we don’t. Keep waiting for the perfect one and you’ll end up with a pile of wasted opportunities. Get the pile high enough and it’s game over.

I can’t keep waiting for the perfect one. I have to learn to appreciate the pieces I have now and make them fit, because they're all i've got.