The unidentifiable beauty of imperfection.
I just started with the natural grey hair period of my life. The meandering paths away from that straight highway, leading to the unavoidable coffin, made me see the most breathtaking views, pass the dark corners of society and brought numerous kinds of unexpected encounters with the good and the bad. A, not always understood, but inexhaustible and relentless creativity made me enthusiastic for 12 trades, resulting in 13 accidents before realizing that one doesn’t need to travel on ready-made roads. . Maybe because I tried to do everything perfect, a goal that’s a utopic dream, most of the expeditions towards success became dead-end lines on the Halfway to Everywhere map. To banish imperfection is to destroy expression, what would I have to say for myself, what emotions could I share, if it was not about the meagerness results of walking around on this earth trying to make something out of my life and the lives of those who I care about. Nothing is perfect, well according to some, Go...