(#5920) The personification of my imperfection

      I had the battle over me accepting my imperfection a long time ago. As have most all of us. Yet there are those who still cling to the concept that they are perfection incarnate. Even though every reflecting device shows otherwise. Be that as it may, my triumph over that delusion of grandeur goes deeper and heavier. Not only do I know that I am not perfect I am not even close in any way plausible. For me the concept of perfection is akin to infinity. Neither attainable but both imaginable as an impossible theory. All of which is to remind me that I am humbled to be part of this living existence that has breathed life into me.
     I may on occasion consider that somehow I deserve or am due a privilege just for existing but nowhere in any memory do I see any proof of that. Instead I have come to know that I exist only at the pleasure of forces or chance that are beyond my own ability. Which is fine because at least I have been able to put the truth to what I know onto the facts that are real. I would never intentionally dishonor what is real in order to fit my own misunderstandings or unknowns. I am of the school of logic. Where what is real is to be accepted and what is not real is to be questioned. Being honest with myself and always looking for truths is the only way I can see to properly live in this existence.
     I am synonymous with my first awareness of being. To this day I am innocence looking to find why I am curious. Thus like anything newly sprouted here on Earth an incubation period is followed by an acceptance of limitations. A settling in of parameters in order to exist as purposeful as possible. Knowing that this existence is finite with physical challenges and emotional upheavals. For all of us who were, are, or will be the same for me is the same for all. Our living thinking individual organisms are nonetheless precious in every regard despite the utter lack of perfection we all reflect out to the world.