How Very Perfect

I’m a brilliant writer. I know that. That’s one thing you can never take away from me. I sit in my chair after work every day and tell myself this. Words are the key to my success. I craft them and put them together in my own image as a form of art for others to enjoy and debate. That’s what is important to me - pleasing other people with my work. Seeing people enjoying my writing and striking up an intelligent debate with them afterwards.

It may sound silly but the thing that is most important to me is my life. I am so grateful for the advantages that were handed to me when I was born; of course I would never understand them until I was much older. I went through a lot of trauma as a young adult. An estranged, disaffected father. He thrived on violence and abuse. A dirty man who’s life was ruined by addiction.

I count myself one of the lucky ones - I made it out of the terrible hurricane of misfortune that takes itself around the whole world affecting every person’s lives differently, but leaves them with the same feelings of despair and hopelessness. I persevered through my sadness and made it out stronger than I had ever been. Now I sit here, in my forties, wondering if it was all worth it.

I own a beautiful home, shared with my alluring wife and my two delightful children - and I can’t forget about my magnificent cats. My wonderful home, forged with cornish slates between leaves of ivy and delightfully delicate beds of flowers nesting in north London. A majestic tall standing rosewood door guarding the premises at all times. My dazzling wife; uncommonly kind. Born of Korean and Scottish origin, she could brighten the smile of the saddest creature on the planet, however, not without consequence - the poor creature, whomever it may be would not smile again until she graced its life with her presence yet again; should it be so lucky. And the children, the brightest young talents for miles around if you can credit my bias opinions. Their eyes twinkle gently with the stories they shall soon live glowing inside them. Everything is perfect now. But I do not dare speak of how things got to be so perfect.