imperfection

Exception: Cheesecake perfection.
Why do we think we know what we are talking about? How could we possibly know when there are so many exceptions? When what is right for me isn't right for you, and what is right for you isn't right for me?

Embracing my own ignorance, my own faults, my own imperfections should make me more forgiving, relinquishing judgment for love and doubt for belief. So why doesn't it? Why does knowing I'm not perfect make me think you should be?

EMBRACE IMPERFECTION.
Mine and yours.

Listening to The Only Exception by Paramore.



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