Is it possible for someone to be good and bad at the same time?

I mean, how do you define good? 

For that matter, how do you define bad? 

Is being bad the same as being evil? Or is it simply that you enjoy doing things society doesn't approve of, but aren't necessarily evil?

In that case, aren't you simply being good inherently, but bad exherently? 

Where do you draw a proper line, if at all there is a line?

The line itself is subjective, isn't it? In the same city, some people will call me an evil to society if I drink and get smashed and wobble home. Others will call me a 'real party animal'. So long as no one's getting hurt, does that make it bad?

On the other hand, I could be doing this, not hurting anyone, and have a devout faith and am good to everyone, totally forgiving etc.

Now what?

What's in my head right now

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
Beneath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share...
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows."
"Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed in the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said: "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls,
And whisper'd in the sound of silence." 

My first verse

The first thing i ever wrote, when I was 15:

'Sometimes in life you come across someone whose smile puts sunsets to shame.'

I didn't write it for anyone in particular, I just felt like writing it because I knew I'd one day meet someone like that.

And I did. :)

You know who you are.

Sigh. It begins. Again.

I'm a very difficult person to understand, I can't even understand myself. I write only to make sense of what's in my head and many times what I write scares me  becasue I realise its the truth. Its funny.

About me? I am contradiction

I am fiercely spiritual in the sense I take pride in my Catholicism, but at the same time I embrace humanism and man's right to exist without accepting a God. I pray and enjoy being loved by a higher power but am as much a bad sinner as anyone else who doesn't feel that way and in the essence of all this

I feel I'm more human this way.

I'm more real

I'm not a fake

I don't put on a facade

I hate pretense

I cannot stand it

If you have an attitude, admit it. If you can't stand blacks or whites or yellow people or Pakistanis or Indians or whatever, admit it. 

Don't pretend. That's how I am. Unfortunately, that's the other paradox: I have NO prejudices. I cannot, no matter what happens, get angry.

My patience is legendary among my friends and especially among my office colleagues and team. The problem wit that is, people sometimes think I'm indifferent. They think I fake it. They think I'm sucking up to something or someone. I don't particularly care, but its a scary thought. 

I am amazing at poker becauseof this.   

I used to think what I'm about to say was silly...until I realised that

deep down. ALL of us, we're not looking for perfect partners. We're looking for flawed ones. We're looking for incomplete people, because WE want to complete them.

That, I believe, is the essense of who we are. Our life is one big piece in a two piece jigsaw, and we're always looking for that other piece. 

Ever notice a jigsaw piece? Its imperfect without its other half. 

We are all, every one of us: imperfect. And we find our perfection in others.

Admit to yourself that you are flawed, and you will find your perfection. 

I hope I find mine.