Imperfections

Taking off

Taking off in 3, 2, 1.....

Where am I going?

I'm going to a world where creatures full of fear, doubt and insecurities live. Were on their mind lives the good and the bad, the compassion and impiety, the love and the hate. They can believe in the most complicated lies just to escape their cruel reality. Their mind is their worst enemy. Is the cause of the majority of their problems.

I'm going to a world where complex creatures live. Creatures that believe they are superior when in reality, they are not. I'm going to that place to escape my reality. I want a change, something new to do.

Where do I come from?

I come from a strange world were everything is happy. There's no lies and our reality isn't complex. There's no pain, no hate. You could say that it's "perfect", but I don't want anything perfect. I want to go beyond that. I want to see what everybody else hasn't seen.

Landing in 3, 2, 1...

When I landed I opened the door and looked around me. Everything was as beautiful as they have told me. The few pictures I have seen of this place couldn't capture all its beauty.

Earth. What a beautiful yet weird place.

Everything was green and full of life. It's full of colors and things I have never seen. The air felt different from home and there is some small flying creatures with colorful wings. I think they are called bukerflies... According to where I come from, humans stopped appreciating this a long time ago.

I started thinking and got to a conclusion. There's always beautiful things before our eyes, we only need to take our time to appreciate them.

While walking slowly, admiring everything this planet had to offer, I saw a human sitting near a river. Curious I got closer to her. She was watching her reflection, as if she was looking for something, but why? What's the point? She still hasn't noticed me, me being curious needed to ask her what she was doing. Taking a stick from the floor I walked slowly towards her and poked her back. Startled she jumped and almost fell into the river. She turned around and stared at me with a frightened face and I got scared too, we were just paralyzed. With a bit of doubt and fear of her next move I asked her, why she was staring at her reflection?

-I like to see pretty and beautiful things but I hate looking at myself and seeing something that isn't beautiful.

-If you keep focusing on your imperfections, how do you expect to notice the rest? I think you are as beautiful as a bukerflie.

-Bukerflie?

-Yes, like a bukerflie.

She looked at me strangely and left. I followed her and she constantly turned her head towards me. But that's not the point... I would say that from a scare we formed a good friendship.

But you know what? While watching her I noticed she was insecure, but behind all that somebody made her like that, detail by detail. Just because you look at yourself a lot in a mirror doesn't mean you love yourself, some people don't like what they see, but the majority blames the standards society has placed. Because it doesn't matter what you do you will never reach what they call perfect.