Imperfect Life... Imperfect me...
Yes, I am flawed... and Life is definitely not a fairy tale....
My soul definitely feels vulnerable and despaired at times
with a mind cluttered with darkness... cut away from the world...
lost inside, living in make-believes... wandering between the crack of fantasy and reality
wondering as my heart ponders...with shattered dreams that can't be forgotten.
“No pain, no gain ” may sound like a flowery trite quote, but didn't it get there being tried and proved true?
But I am perfect in all of my imperfections...
with my confusions, illogical justifications... arguments... needs,
as my desires thicken, as my longing surges,
I hurt them at times whom I love the most,
I love way too much...yet always come up short
Sometimes one's mistakes make him grand...
Imperfection is my perfection... my weaknesses are my strengths
Yes, there is a lot yet to be achieved and a lot of things are missing... but
I can still paint the walls of a bleak life with vibrant colours today...
Armed with my blatant form of catharsis - my shameless, dogged attitude towards life -, I hope to march on... I hope to dance and taste freedom...
I hope to live and not just spend life
Life is not perfect... but is bittersweet,
Be happy with what you have.... others have much less.