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There are things I am not good at.

But it doesn’t matter.

I am not chasing perfection.

It will never reach me,

and I will never reach it.

Keep me away from it.

I was not born to be perfect.

I was born to be okay.

To enjoy my imperfections

at their fullest.

I need errors.

I need trials.

I need mistakes.

Some lessons from others,

some from my own bruises.

If someone tells me

to walk from A to C,

I will break that line.

My imperfections

run perpendicular to me.

Whenever I begin to feel perfect,

that other line should remind me

I am not there.

I am not chasing anything.

I am not building anything.

I am not destroying anything either.

Just me,

in my being,

with all the imperfections.

If you can accept me,

I can flock around you,

clock around you,

and when the ghost of perfection

begins to surround you,

I will quietly keep my distance.

I have embraced

my sweet imperfections.