⠀⠀Living in a world full of rich and beautiful people can be hard. Especially when the girls have the perfect eyebrows, bodies. and clothes-they're the definition perfect.
⠀⠀When I walk around my town I see perfection everywhere; the only place I don't see it is in myself. My friends walk around in elaborate clothing brands and talk about their yachts and houses; while I go about in my department store clothes and keep my mouth shut tight.
⠀⠀Honestly, I feel flawed-just too big here, too oddly shaped there, just too ugly.
⠀⠀I feel as if in a lawn full of perfectly green grass, I'm the only dandelion. I'm that one damn dandelion that ruins the whole idea of perfect. My thoughts are the weed killer: the one thing that can effectively kill the weed.
⠀⠀One day my thoughts will come too much and I shall cease to exist. Once I have the world shall continue to be perfect.
⠀⠀But then again; is the world.
⠀⠀The globe it's self, is not a perfect sphere. It's flatter on one end.
⠀⠀The world sits crookedly on its axis-not perfectly straight up and down.
⠀⠀The oceans aren't symmetrical. There a seven oceans which are all differently shaped.
⠀⠀The ratio of land to water is not a perfect 50/50.
⠀⠀So, maybe, just maybe, the world isn't perfect. Maybe, there is no perfect. Maybe, there never has or never will be perfect. Maybe, the way we showcase our flaws makes us "perfect". So maybe excepting ourselves as we are, can make us perfect.
⠀⠀My conclusion is: if you believe you don't have any flaws, and don't listen to anyone else; then you have already achieved perfect.
|End of One-Shot
