Intricacies

Flawed

We are each embodied with our own flaws.

Everything around us is flawed; the sea's floor is riddled with bumps and imperfections, the luscious valleys dotting the earth are cursed with hilly grounds and rocky sides, the greatest of mountains are filled with dusty rubble and are lined with the rockiest of terrains, the rivers and lakes and oceans and waterfalls, and even the streets and sidewalks that we walk upon; they're all flawed.

We are too afraid to accept the fact that we are flawed.

Every bumb and scratch and misplacement calls for a fleeting reason; reasons that we come up with on the spot to distract away from the things we're insecure about when it comes to ourselves. There's nothing to be ashamed of when it comes to who you are what who you want to be or what you want to do, because you are your own person and the world lives for you.

We are works of art.

We are masterpieces, we are framed photographs, we are sculptures put on display behind glass cases that are locked shut. We are mosaics; we are broken shards of red, orange, yellow and blue, green, purple, pink and white, the goldest of golds and the most celestial of silvers. We are all these colors and so, so much more. 

We don't think we are great.

We're flawed and imperfect and will probably never amount to even half the person that we want to be. We chastise and scold ourselves for what we have no control over; we're afraid to express ourselves in fear of giving people the wrong expression based on the demeanor of our faces, we're afraid to speak our mind in fear of burning people's ears and melting people's eyes, and we're afraid to show others our true selves in fear of becoming a blemish in a flawless realm of society.

We are flawed.

Yet we tell ourselves, that if I were something great, if I were someone strong and high and mighty, then I would be able to become a new person, and perhaps sculpt myself a new skin and body to house in; and maybe then, I could be something worth stealing, worth adoring, worth envying, worth being, worth eyeing, worth something.

You are not flawless.

You are flawed.

And your flaws are worth something; something more than you'll ever know.