I decided to post something of my own. Why the heck not, right? Enjoy! =)
I looked at the good, the bad, and the ugly. Never the amazing. The perfection of our very imperfections that only we have learned to love and have accepted. The very imperfections that define our connection and the imperfectness of our every strength and the perfectness of our every flaw. Every wrong move, every step in the right direction, they are one in same, as seeing one’s own reflection. Regrets don’t exist, sadness however over simple things, mistakes, or important moments we might have missed. To define us, is to define perfection itself. Not to be bragged or boasted about. Humbleness and gratuity, we can’t thrive without. No, that would only depreciate the value of a priceless state of being with each other. I looked at the good, the bad, and the ugly. Now I’ve pondered and delved into the amazing. The amazing that no other would see as such. The amazing that makes our individual flaws our mutual strength. The perfection of a myriad of imperfections. Those that define you, and those that define me. Our collection of downfalls, faults, despair, and lack of’s. Amazing, how our most blemished perception of perfection, can be the most imperfect perfection.