I always strive to do good things if not perfect ones. I try not to hurt people by struggling to be considerate with the feelings of others. My philosophy- I’d rather be hurt than to be the one who would cause pain.
But, the word imperfect is emblazoned all over me. I do wrong things and I caused pain to others. Sad but true.
Whenever a friend tells me that I am her inspiration, I just cringed in embarrassment. I don’t deserve to be considered as one because flaws are blatantly all over me. I live with dark blotches everyday of my life.
I say things which I don’t really mean and I do wrong things on impulse.
I am not perfect. I am not what people think I really am. I just know that I live everyday of my life with my soul.
I AM NOT PERFECT but I do seek to be one. I live with my imperfections and correct them every time I wake up bath in a promise of another chance. I am not perfect but the word is carved in my heart and soul…