The Perfect Space
...exists alongside our imperfection.
Why does it surprise you to learn you’re not perfect? If you’d give it some thought you’ll see perfection is subjective, and that the unattainable ideal, perhaps instilled by mom or dad or by the world in which you live, is akin to fashioning wings so you can fly like a bird. Let those wrinkles around your eyes become the cracks in your certainty. Stand up straight. Relax your brow and your fist. You’ll need to draw a deep breath after receiving this gut blow. Maybe today you can begin living within your imperfection, and thus tomorrow life and love may flow freely through you.
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