Its Own Perfect

I've worried needlessly about so many things that never even happened. Thought I wasn't good enough countless times. Allowed fear to be my bodyguard for decades. Wondered, to the point of total confusion, if I'd ever figure out how to live my life right.

As I sit on this faded green bench overlooking the Mediterranean, watching the sea pull the sun into its bronze waters, gazing in awe at the kaleidoscope sky, the years I've accumulated reach their limit. I take in my last breath, then realize - Every moment was its own perfect.

Have A Beautiful Life,

Jimmy