"Stop gazing into the mirror, seeking validation from others' opinions. Stop worrying about what everyone else sees - your crooked teeth and off-beat smile are perfect just the way they are. Perfection is merely a perception, a screen of insecurity projecting false ideals. Children play pretend, adults play pretentious. I'd rather you show me your authentic self, flaws and all, than present a deceiving facade.
I know true perfection in my life - I see it in my art, feel it in the Bronx, and wear it on my sleeve with my family name, imperfectly spelled. Good stories don't come from glossy surfaces; they come from the mud. And honestly, I embrace your faults, flaws, and imperfections. I love them because I can't judge them. My favorite parts of you are the ones you worry about most, the parts that make your story worth telling.
Purity is boring; perfection is begging for mercy. True perfection is accepting the reflection in the mirror, honest and unapologetic. That's why I don't seek perfect people; I seek perfect moments. And I'll take broken language over perfect poetry any day. Authenticity is the real magic; it's the bright light that magnifies our true selves. So, stop chasing the unachievable and live your reality. Embrace your imperfections, and let's shine together."
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Ken Clepper
Versatile wordsmith and history buff: poet, author, essayist, and enthusiast of the past."
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