Sign stiched with words that say Perfectly Imperfect
Perfectly Imperfect

Do you have to be perfect? Can you? I certainly don’t think so. If you know me, you know how imperfect I am. I have quirks and thoughts: think and do, start and complete, get up, and then return to bed. My bedhead gets tamed, but it never looks its best. My ensemble suits me and absolutely no one else.

Around me? Nothing is perfect. The state I live in is far from my definition of perfect, except I see some marvelous sunsets and sunrises. I guess you could say the same about everywhere and all the time.

Maybe it’s time to change. Don’t let imperfections destroy the concept of never being perfect. Perhaps our Creator is the only one who is perfection personified. The rest of us? Don’t give up. You can accept what’s not perfect about your life, strive to make better what you can, and live with what can never change.

Imperfection, a crooked line,
A stitch askew, a flawed design.
Yet beauty blooms in what’s not right,
A patchwork quilt in flawed delight.

A crack within the strongest wall,
A stumble that we face and fall.
In every scar and every flaw,
Life writes its truth, both rough and raw.

For perfect things can seem so cold,
But warmth is found in edges so bold.
In all we are, unpolished, true—
Imperfection makes us beautifully you.

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By Michael Gurley

Making Sense of Life, One Thought at a Time!

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