sometimes I feel like, if all that comprised my life were falling down and failures, it would likely still be inexplicably beautiful, sublime, blessed, etc

and that's a nice baseline perspective with which to measure existence

but then I think.....

well, why settle for that when I can try and succeed (inshaAllah) instead?


geez, I guess in a much less poetic way, the aforementioned perspective is really a nice way to gift wrap my penchant for laziness