Imperfection
...frames the house of humility.
Wherever did I get the idea anything is perfect? Nowhere in my world am I able to find anything perfectly round, perfectly square, or evenly balanced. My friend Tom went out in search of the perfect leaf but couldn’t find one. Lots of folks seek out the perfect place to live, yet never get there. Even the prefect couple, in the perfect marriage, can’t always make it last. Everything surrounding me is a little bit crooked, bent, chipped and scratched. But that aging man staring back in the mirror is growing more perfect in his humble acceptance of all life’s imperfections.
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