The perfect offering that is perfect even when it's not

Today I'm thinking about offerings. Offerings that each of us has to offer to the world. What is that? Something that is uniquely ours, our gift that is conceived as a result of a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be conceived into existence.

When I was in high school, some of the only few lucid memories I have of feeling fully interested and immersed in a school subject was literature. What I loved most about literature was analyzing and interpreting the literary work, the characters and their personalities, the language used by the author, the writing style, and of course the art of storytelling and conveying messages. To this day I can't explain why I was so drawn to this specific angle of the subject of literature. All I know and I can vividly recall, is the feeling, the experience and the transformation of my being when I would tune in in the space of doing it. When I'm in the space of doing something that is truly being sourced from almost another dimension of my self, which I personally call it the tunnel and the experience itself it's even hard to describe it in words. When I'm in the tunnel of channeling it, my mind's vision becomes sharp and focused, the internal joy end excitement is impossible to be contained, time stops, everything and everyone around freezes, I'm the channel streaming the "work" that is coming through me, not from me. These are the glimpses and brief moments that I know I'm transported somewhere.
So, I was lucky to have this experience early on in high school with literature, and having an idea about what being in the tunnel of creating can be. These days I'm not engaged professionally in anything that has to do with that early on passion like literature or writing, but it definitely lives in me it has expressed itself in a form or another throughout my life. Lately, I've been writing this blog, which in a way took me back to my high school years. I'm writing here, almost on a regular basis and whenever I'm inspired by a quote or piece of literature, I feel the muse again and I see the tunnel of creativity appearing as always.
My personal reflection on this topic these days has been that any single thing that creates this kind of experience for us is a gift that needs to be offered to the world. Every moment of creation from the tunnel space brings joy and healing for the bearer and the world. The ways how we bring the offering to the world can be big or small, simple or sophisticated, loud or silent, it's all up to us. What is important is to set it free and offer it as a pure act of generosity to our soul and the soul of the world. There is no perfect offering because every creation will be somehow imperfect. We will keep telling ourselves that we are never ready for it, avoid it or ignore it. There is no imperfect offering in itself because bringing it to life comes through an act of perfection. Bottom line, all of this is sounding a little nonsense, besides the fact that what matters is the freedom, setting myself free from the voice of useless restrictions, instead, wearing the cape of generosity and bringing the offerings to the world as they are destined to be. There is pure perfection in the imperfection of them.