One Apple A Day #799 - an ode to imperfetcion
Sometimes it's hard for me to like myself.
Anytime I'm angry, spiteful, resentful, annoyed, bored, fearful, bitter, defeated, ashamed, petty, cynical, distracted.
When I can't move beyond a wrong received or committed.
When I can't forgive, and when I forget.
When I lose my temper and my balance.
When I don't respect myself.
When I'm late, or I'm in a rush.
Anytime I know what I should do, but I don't do it.
When I'm aware that I have the tools and the knowledge I need, but I don't use them.
When I waste time and energy in useless things.
When I realize that I could have done more, but I didn't.
When I'm disoriented, even if I should know where to go.
When I'm sad, even if everything is great.
Anytime I'm not here and now because my mind is miles away.
When I promise, and I don't keep.
Anytime I commit to a practice, and I fail.
And it's then, when it's hard for me to like myself, that I begin to love me.
Because the magnificent beauty of humanness lays in its imperfection.
To love a human being, it means to embrace her or his imperfection.
I love me.
I love you.