imperfection

...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces....

...I fell asleep and had a dream that a king was liquidated by a group of kind faces...

At root, I think that any given technology (think nuclear power, gunpowder, the written word...) has the potential to improve our lives, wound it, and also to create unexpected accidents. It's not the technology that's the problem, it's us, the users. However angelic or demonic, or thoughtful or thoughtless we happen to be is then amplified by our technologies.

Being authentic begins with unconditional self acceptance - imperfections and all.

she was completely wholeand yet never fully complete

Your violin has only two strings,_ I say. __ou__e missing the other two._ Yes, he says. He__ well aware. __ll I want to do is play music, and the crisis I__ having is right here. This one__ gone,_ he says of the missing top string, __hat one__ gone, and this little guy__ almost out of commission._ His goal in life, Nathaniel tells me, is to figure out how to replace the strings. But he got used to playing imperfect instruments while taking music classes in Cleveland__ public schools, and there__ a lot you can do, he assures me, with just two strings

Though I am a lot of things, most importantly I am human.

We are equal by fault, but never equal in acceptance.

God knows I'm not perfect, either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every time I learned something about myself-Misato Katsuragi

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

Yet, it's our emotions and imperfections that makes us human.

A thorough inspection of someone you believed to be loveable will send you back into your shell if all you saw in their life was all bullshit.

Anyone can find the dirt on someone, but very few can wipe it from their own shoes.

To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

In order to discover your true self, you must first unconditionally fall in love with your imperfect life.

The true genius shudders at incompleteness _ imperfection _ and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said.

I'm a beautiful mess of contradiction,A chaotic display of imperfection.

It's not perfection that makes you beautiful, It's your imperfections