Why does it takes me 27 years to realise that I am no angel and there is no limit to perfection? Why seek perfection when you are not and what is the benchmark for perfect?
Unlike Mathematics test, you can achieve a perfect score but only because there is a define solution and answer to each problem, but could this be applied to our everyday life? Everyone has a different definition of "a Perfect Life", because we were each brought up in different environments, we meet different types/characters of people and have different likes and dislikes. How many of them are then satisfied with their "Perfect Life" after achieving them? There is no limits in life.
Someone once mentioned, "Every imperfect person are perfect in the eyes of people who loves them, as flaws can be compromise and also because love is blind". Funny but true, but as time passes in a relation, we started to see flaws, flaws that are present and obvious before we knew them or during the honeymoon stage, but we used to choice to foresee. Does this mean that we forgot to compromise or we chose not to close one eye for the "mistakes" he made?
But then again, in every actions that we do, there is a right and wrong, and the only difference is the percentage of rightness in each action. And for every action, there will be a reaction. If you could look another way, his actions could be a reaction of your actions, because we should never forget it takes two hands to clap and two to tango.
Coming to terms with (imperfect)Me, (no longer trying to outdo)Myself and (choose to be loved for what)I (am worth).
Singing Happily to the tunes of: Martin Nievera - Love me for what I am (Original Singer would be the Carpenters)
If what you want, Isn't natural for me
I won't pretend to keep you, What I am I have to be
The picture of perfection, Is only in your mind
For all your expectations, Love can never be designed
We either take each other, For ev'rything we are
Or leave the life, We've made behind, And make another start
You've got to love me, For what I am
For simply being me, Don't love me
For what you intend, Or hope that I will be
And if you're only using me, To feed your fantasy
You're really not in love, So let me go, I must be free
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