Perfection Stories

Do we hearken to our hearts? Do we assimilate our inner instincts? No. We are galloping in a race where we get anxiety because of our ineptitude to fit the so-called success pattern. We follow what everybody is doing to reach perfection. But, life is not that harsh! It sprinkles shimmering flakes of elation and serenity at the coldest of times where we have relinquished our hopes.  

Broken mirrors cast reflections. Outwardly between their cracks. Rainbows, pure light refractions. Upon the wall, bright color stacks. Perfection created from imperfections. Gleaming splendour, dazzling tracks. Faultless are these dancing projections. Contentment within my mind impacts. Magnificent, escapes one's introspections. When neglecting to examine the facts.

While talking with a new acquaintance, this came up in the conversation. She told me, "ahh but my dear didn't you know that broken things hold the most beauty in the world, it is our imperfections that make us who we are, me yes I search for love, life, and I see beauty in everything around me. Even myself, took me a long time to see that my dear." My reply was, "Glad that you have found beauty in everything including you...

Pick up the pencil, Now swap the ends, Eraser faces the paper. Erase... The hips. Erase... The stomach. Erase... The thighs. Erase... The behind. There, Now swap it back around, Draw what you want to look like. Erase... The fat. Draw... Perfect.