Friday, February 6, 2015
We are each embodied with our own flaws, everything around us is flawed; the seas floor is riddled with bumps and imperfections. The rivers, lakes, oceans, waterfalls, and even the streets and sidewalks that we walk upon; they're all flawed. We are too afraid to accept the fact that we are flawed. Every bump, scratch and misplacement calls for a fleeting reason. Reasons that we come up with on the spot to distract away from the things we're insecure about when it comes to ourselves. There's nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to who you are, who you want to be or what you want to do because you are your own person, and the world lives for you. We are works of art. We are masterpieces, framed photographs, sculptures put on display behind glass cases that are locked shut. We don't believe we are great. We're flawed, imperfect and will probably never amount to even half of the person we want to be. We chastise and scold ourselves in fear of giving people the wrong impression based on the demeanor of our faces. We're afraid to show others our true selves in fear of becoming a blemish of a flawless realm of society. You are not flawless. You are flawed, and your flaws are worth something; something more than you'll ever know.