Life Is A Combination Of The Choices We Make
I’ve noticed recently that everyone talks about how flawed they are. Articles are titled “MY FLAWS.” Poetry is filled with… I’m flawed and it’s ok. “Perfectly Imperfect” We embrace it. Like battle scars. I was thinking, why do we do that? Of course, we’re not perfect. Where did the notion that humans were ever perfect
Wish you were someone else? Maybe someone who’s prettier than you? Tall and handsome maybe? How about wealthy and powerful? These are all natural thoughts that many of us go through. In some sense of the way its healthy. It helps us want more. I mean, I see the girl with the flawless skin and
