imperfection

I know, at the time it was an imperfect solution in an imperfect world.

Perhaps as writers, we too should embrace the concept of wabi-sabi:

Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger.Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.There is one who remembers the way to your door:Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.You shall not deny the Stranger.They constantly try to escapeFrom the darkness outside and withinBy dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good.But the man that is shall shadowThe man that pretends to be.

Self-love is not the process of ignoring things, paying attention to fewer flaws or forcing yourself to look away from the parts of you that you perceive as ugly or unwanted. Self-love is the process of expanding your awareness, of seeing those flaws and imperfections alongside the incredible potential of the universe flowing within you, alongside the eternal truth of life flowing within your veins in each second, alongside the flickers of creativity and opportunity present within each moment of your existence. Like this, the imperfections persist, but only as lovable quirks, like a bad doorknob on the front door of a cottage in paradise, like a few thorns on a beautiful rose, like a cloud in a sunset. Like this, what was once unwanted becomes essential, memorable, humbling.

I only accept your mistakes and flaws to the degree that I accept my own.

We are all goofs of ourselves no matter how perfect the lives of some may seem. But when we embrace our flaws and work with it, sometimes, just sometimes, we get it right.

Perfection is a faux. It__ a mask carved by our own poor esteem to hide who we really are and make others see what really isn__ us.

Imperfection doesn__ disqualify you from helping others -- it makes you more qualified to give advice in the area you learned from.

The idea of practicing love is deeply appealing to me, because built right in is an acceptance of imperfection. There is an acknowledgment to myself that I am going to mess this up, an understanding that there is room to grow. Each of my failures just affirms the truth that we are all starting over and rising again.

Embrace your imperfections.Fancy your flaws.Flaunt your blemishes.Adore your birthmarks.Laugh off glitches.Discuss your setbacks.Don__ call your mistakes __egrets__all them __essons

My confidence is in the idea that I may be wrong on this or that. No man in this life should ever have to bear the burden of perfection.

Like a Columbus of the heart, mind and soul I have hurled myself off the shores of my own fears and limiting beliefs to venture far out into the uncharted territories of my inner truth, in search of what it means to be genuine and at peace with who I really am. I have abandoned the masquerade of living up to the expectations of others and explored the new horizons of what it means to be truly and completely me, in all my amazing imperfection and most splendid insecurity.

Self-love is not the process of ignoring your flaws. Self-love is expanding your awareness to include your flaws and your strengths.

Perfection is a lie, and lying to others is explicable but lying to oneself is the highest form of deceit.

I am just a guy, doing my best to be the best person I can be.And, every once in a while, I fuck up the moment I__ in.Please. Get over it. Get over yourselves. Get over this weird need to be morally superior to me and to the other people in this world.And let me be imperfect. I assure you, my imperfections drive me to improve.Let me love myself. I assure you, loving myself despite my faults will only make me a better person.Let me be my own judge. I assure you, I__l be more fair and just than you ever will.Let me be the owner of my own intentions. I assure you, there isn__ another soul on earth who knows what my real intentions are but me.Love and acceptance despite ongoing and glaring imperfection is all I__e ever tried to attain with this blog. For me. For you. For everyone. And I__l never stop.

Some of the most amazing people in the world were not perfect; they were scarred by suffering, hardships, losses and imperfections.

When we hold-on to someone's imperfections we become emotionally pair-bonded to their maladies.

Sometimes our inability to be Christlike happens because... we don't care. But sometimes it happens because we are naïve about our own hidden darkness.