I am not perfect, nor do I strive to be
For perfection is a fleeting fantasy
A mirage in the desert of life
That disappears as soon as we draw nigh
I have flaws and imperfections
That make me who I am
They are the scars that tell my story
And the colors that paint my canvas
I am not always kind, nor always right
But I try my best with all my might
I stumble and fall, but I get up again
For life is a journey, not a destination
So let us embrace our imperfections
And wear them proudly like a badge
For they are a testament to our humanity
And the beauty of our individuality
Let us not be afraid to be flawed
For it is in our imperfections
That we find our true strength and beauty
And the courage to live fully.
©eve.opp
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