Perfectly Me

I don't fit your mold.

Flawed, you say. But that's okay.

I'm perfectly me.

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I read a poem this morning in which the author was speaking about how none of us is perfect, though some people expect us to be. I thought, how ridiculous is that? Firstly, I agree. None of us are perfect. Secondly, what if we were? What if we could reach the point where everything we do, and everything we are cannot be improved upon because we'd already reached the peak? How boring would that be? Be yourself. Live. Be happy with who you are, and never stop striving for better.