Imperfect People, Pedaling toward Happiness

Impromptu philosophical thoughts.

I have been thinking a lot about imperfection as a seemingly inalienable condition of human existence.

I’ve been thinking about how everything is so imperfect, and how in this imperfection, it’s the kindness that saves the day.

How you try try try to make something beautiful, and it’s never exactly how you thought it would be.

And you sweat sweat sweat to figure things out, and then you discover that you still have to wait wait wait for others to figure it out in their own individual way—and they might want to take their time and do it in zigzags—and that patience at those times is your only friend. Patience and indestructible faith in joy.

And you hope that somewhere, here and now or down the rainbow, there is a place where somebody will caress your head with infinite tenderness and honor your beautiful spirit and full and say, “It’s okay, your pain was not in vain, it’s been tough but you’ve prevailed. It’s been difficult, and this world is imperfect, but your compass was never at fault, and it carried us through, and it’s all good now, we can laugh, and dance, and love, and move on with joy. You are real. You’ve always been real. We’ve prevailed. Love is real, and so is joy. Let’s live!”

It seems like kindness and forgiveness of ourselves and others are unavoidable, so here are two things I wrote in the past.

One is a prayer for the imperfect, and the other one is a story about mythology, written long before COVID, when being as a musician seemed like enough of a struggle…