Imperfection is always looming around. I haven’t quite figured out if it’s looming in my head or in my reality, maybe those two things are the same. It’s funny, I just wrote a long journal entry about wishing those imperfections could go away and declaring my reality to change. I felt so much better releasing it, and then I turned on a random song. It took me back to the reality where things were perfect with someone. And I smile and sway as I listen to it now while I write this, because I realize perfection is always looming too.
That perfect time with that someone will always be in my heart, even though imperfection has taken over our relationship. Those memories are forever mine, no matter if they choose to re-awaken as reality or not. And it’s ok, if things will never be perfect again. I let go of that needing/wishing/wanting/hoping within, I lean into meant to be.
Imperfection and perfection dance together in this paradoxical jive. One seems so obvious, and then the other peeks out from the corner. I see both in me, I hear both in my head, I feel both in my gut, and I sense both through my perception. I guess imperfection is truly perfect because it’s the journey. And perfection is truly imperfect, because, can anything truly be perfect? Maybe it’s all just an illusion, because these labels are really just fueled by perception and the voices in my head.
Love may be the only really perfect and imperfect thing. Love comes naturally, love comes imperfectly. But love is perfect; its highs, its lows and its feelings – it’s unlike anything else, it is the Universe. And the Universe is always all, never one.
I am imperfectly perfect. I am perfectly imperfect. I am perfectly and freely letting go of imperfection’s uncertainty. I am imperfectly and fearlessly letting go of perfection’s nagging. I AM me, perfect and imperfect.
Be fearless and free -Ace