To personify perfection to its fullest, is an incredible feat that unquestionably comes with the trait of impossibility as well.

We all try to be perfect and that’s fine. The problem with society is that when things aren’t perfect, they seek to get mad or upset or start pointing fingers. But why does it matter? As long as your trying to be perfect, a failure isn’t considered a fail because you were striving for the best.

The common misconception is that there’s a fine line between trying to be perfect and failing, thus becoming imperfect and not trying at all and expecting perfect result, and when those don’t come, anger, blame and excuses come about. If you don’t try, you’re not imperfect, you’re a failure. When you try, even if you’re not perfect, you’re imperfect. At least, it has the word perfect in it.

A perfect, imperfect example is me. My strive to be perfect, led to imperfection because I failed. But my imperfections led me to a whole lot more. My imperfections were the reason I fought and still fight, for what I believe in, in hopes to make them become perfect one day.

My imperfections have led me to some light and shells of perfection. They led me to you.

I guess I’m fucking perfect.

stay true.