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I will not dwell on the illusion of pride that I am perfect
Nor will I embark on the futile quest of seeking the perfection of an evolving world and people
I will not mask in the ensnarement of hope
Neither will I hide in the disguise of universal Love
The perception of the foolish in this regard is proportional to the disappointment that comes with Reality
Why obstruct a flowing river in the name of building a dam for the greater good.
Am sorry, Did you think I was perfect? Do you love me because you think I am?
I take it back, I am not sorry to disappoint you , how can I be? when my flaws and falls are the lessons that make me; .
How can I be apologetic for the scars which marks my struggles, victories and trophies.
What is thrill of perfection without the adventure of becoming?
I chose to stay true to my evolving Be-ing.
I am a flowing river, ripples of unfoldment, calmly breaking through the hardest rocks and softening new grounds.
Call me imperfect and I ll smile at the limitation and shallowness of your opinion and twisted mindset.
My developing mind though can not picture perfect but I am absolutely thrilled by the thoughts of it.
I see no shame in admitting that I am not perfect; I am becoming.
Thanks to M O J for sharing this with us,