I am not perfect,
Nor that I want to be.
Perfection….
What fun would that be?
No mistakes?
Not failing and trying again?
While around me people
are looking for perfection,
I just want to live a good life,
And enjoy my time,
And give my best,
And learn…
Maybe it’s something wrong with me,
Maybe in the process of my creation,
A flawed was created.
But it’s fine, because this way
I am not perfect,
Nor that I want to be.
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This is a poem I wrote almost a year ago. I wanted to share it with all of you once again. We are not perfect. We do not need to strive for perfection. Because it, the perfection, doesn't exist. It's just a goal to attend to. It's ok to be flawed. We all are. By design.
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