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Perfection is a Flaw

As I was trying to find the right beads to make jewelry, I realized that it's the flawed ones that I'm more attracted to. The ones that are a bit damaged, those are the ones that are truly unique.

Isn't that how people are too? Not that anyone is perfect, but just the thought of a perfect person annoys me. Perfection is boring. It's frustrating. Just like the beads, our flaws are what make us unique. They make us lovable, approachable. Everyone just needs to accept themselves, for what they are, the good and the bad. Only then can we expect to be accepted by others.

People try to hide their imperfections in order to blend in, to be "normal", to be accepted, to be like everyone else out there.I hate seeing people pretending to be something else just for others. Hate is a strong word, I know. And it's also true that we all strive for acceptance, but is the acceptance really worth it if you can't even be yourself? And if everyone was perfect, we would all be the same. What's the fun in that?

"In order to be irreplaceable, one must be unique."


Barely Breathing

So this blog of mine has turned out to be quite inspirational. It wasn't really meant to be. I guess I have the gift of making things sound better as I write about them, which is probably why writing is therapeutic to me. But let's take a break from what everyone wants to hear and dig a little deeper into reality.

The truth is, life is unfair. Bad things happen to good people, and good things happen to bad people. Good people are put in bad situations, while the worst of us are in the best of situations. The happiest of families fall apart. The closest relationships drift apart. The strongest bonds are broken, and the most genuine feelings are shattered. The youngest of us have been through too much. We don't always get what we deserve, what's rightfully ours. Tears will not stop flowing from the eyes of the "happiest" of us. The most ambitious lose focus. The simplest form of communication seems impossible. The most hopeful lose faith. The most loved leave. We turn into the people we despise most, and history has an ugly way of repeating itself. We like to think that there will be light at the end of the tunnel. But if the continuous rain becomes stubborn, eventually, we'll stop expecting the sun. However, if during the storm, you're lucky enough to have someone to share it with, that makes all the difference. If you're fortunate enough to share a brief moment in complete silence, knowing exactly what the other is feeling without spoken words, maybe that moment makes everything just a little bit better.

And no matter how hopeless things may seem, we'll hope for a better day tomorrow, because things can only get so much worse. We'll hope for a better day tomorrow, because we deserve it. (And there I go with the inspirational bullshit again, right? Wrong. Because we really do deserve it.)


Never Mine to Hold

Honestly, I haven't been content in a very, very long time. There is always something going wrong, something missing. They say that happiness is being able to look through the imperfections. However, some things are pretty damn hard to ignore. But it's also true that lately, I have had some small moments of true happiness and peace within myself. Those aren't always easy to come by. Anything from going to Jamatkhana (place of worship for Ismaili Muslims) to a nice lunch with the best friend. The simpler things I suppose.

Moments where I have felt comfortable, secure. Safe in the arms of someone I care about who I know cares about me just as much. I'm a thinker, an analyzer. I like tags, labels, and clear-cut definitions. Unfortunately, life isn't all black and white or right and wrong. It's about what's right for you, what's right at the time, what makes you happy. And all you can do is go with the flow and hope that slight feeling of happiness or contentment lasts.

A wise person once said to me that there are certain people who we never really lose feelings for. We just forget about the feelings, but as that person works their way back into our lives, the feelings do as well. Sounds accurate. Perhaps, they never really go away, they just get buried under newer thoughts, feelings, and distractions. Who knows.