Paradoxes

So many of the things I think about and believe most are paradoxes in some way. It's funny, but it works. Those things are the things I feel most sure of precisely because I accept two opposite things at once in some way.

Like how our appearances are so malleable and constantly in flux because we're always moving, always in different light, always getting dirty and cleaning ourselves and stuff, but at the same time we fundamentally look the way we look and will have that same structure forever, more or less. And somehow both of those things can be comforting. There's an endlessness. A sense of being forever in motion, and a constant, unwavering self.

I like letting go. It doesn't matter what you do, what you change or make an effort with, in many ways, because you're fundamentally you. And all the things you'd consider flaws are also the things that are sorta perfect. The weird things, the very "you" things. Aren't they the only things?

Is this post just my justifications for spending alarmingly large portions of my life in pyjamas? Yes. And what's more important than that? Isn't everyone truly at their most beautiful and honest in their pyjamas? Maybe.