I’m not perfect.

I’m not perfect. No one is.

Even the mountains, rocks & trees I dearly love are not.

Like I have accepted and perceive their flaws as beauty, I have accepted my imperfections as something which define me.. something which differentiates me from others.

Everything on Earth & everyone transforms over time. Things & people change based on the experiences in their lives. Sometimes for the better and sometimes not.

If only we can understand & accept the imperfections in others, like we accept ours, we can live in tranquility.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *