things are never that perfect and at the same time they simple are perfect;

we are the ones capable or reaching our purposes, when the sun
open his eyes wide open
and invades our perception with light
(though we need to be ready for the light!)

to feel something for someone is to feel first for ourselves,
we are all creatures of the earth and the air
and it is our delicate invisible layers
that makes us special and magic builders of
the magic cards of reality

we can be directors of a big budget film of just gardeners taking care of
delicate flowers in a hidden address of our own
,
our adventures are made of our bloody determination and it is truth we can
and we should never be afraid of loving what we are and what we want
!

though
the challenge is to able to go for it erasing all the fear, guilt,
judgement, and prejudice,
and feel the passion as it comes, with perception,
all full instinct mode, (managing ourselves, conquering our shadows)
whatever the situation we are,
than love will come and invade us
and we will be able to change and conquer the world,
starting by conquering the anxiety of the moment

laughing and breathing in the way
because life is the daring adventure of all
!

I cast myself down I know not how, under a certain fig-tree, giving full vent to my tears; and the floods of mine eyes gushed out an acceptable sacrifice to Thee. And, not indeed in these words, yet to this purpose, spake I much unto Thee: and Thou, O Lord, how long? how long, Lord, wilt Thou be angry for ever? Remember not our former iniquities, for I felt that I was held by them. I sent up these sorrowful words: How long, how long, “to-morrow, and tomorrow?” Why not now? why not is there this hour an end to my uncleanness? So was I speaking and weeping in the most bitter contrition of my heart, when, lo! I heard from a neighbouring house a voice, as of boy or girl, I know not, chanting, and oft repeating, “Take up and read; Take up and read. ” Instantly, my countenance altered, I began to think most intently whether children were wont in any kind of play to sing such words: nor could I remember ever to have heard the like. So checking the torrent of my tears, I arose; interpreting it to be no other than a command from God to open the book, and read the first chapter I should find. For I had heard of Antony, that coming in during the reading of the Gospel, he received the admonition, as if what was being read was spoken to him: Go, sell all that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven, and come and follow me: and by such oracle he was forthwith converted unto Thee. Eagerly then I returned to the place where Alypius was sitting; for there had I laid the volume of the Apostle when I arose thence. I seized, opened, and in silence read that section on which my eyes first fell: Not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying; but put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, in concupiscence. No further would I read; nor needed I: for instantly at the end of this sentence, by a light as it were of serenity infused into my heart, all the darkness of doubt vanished away.
The Confessions of Saint Augustine, Book VIII, Paragraphs 28 and 29