perfect

i am immature.

but i am willing to learn and correct my ways

for i am not perfect

and no one can ever be, because perfection is reserved for the One and only One.

i dare not dream to achieve perfection

this is merely a reflection.

but it shames me to look into the mirror

and see how small a creature i am,

and the mistakes i have made.

i can never undo what has been done,

and time is relentless; it refuses to rewind for the sake of wishes made by human.

but,

if i never made those mistakes,

how will i ever learn?

to mend a broken glass, the glass had to be broken first

how can i ever correct my mistakes, if they had never been made?

i understand this

and i am readily moving towards acceptance

that i can never be perfect

but i can always be a better person.

this is why i think i am ready to forgive myself

then, perhaps i can forgive you.

you and i both are imperfection made, not to be mocked by anyone

it is to leave room for improvement.

and maybe finally

with a smile i can say to you,

"our imperfection is perfect for us."

we are perfect just the way God made us.

it is not at all confusing,

imperfection, in itself, is perfect.

Because it serves its purpose of making us who we really are

Humans.

As the almighty made it.