I guess at any point of time, people mess up all around the world. Messing up is a ….. normal thing ….. a human thing, in fact. But yet, when we do mess up it really just feels terrible.
Our close friends can mess up and we’ll be telling them it’s okay, there is a second chance. Our family members mess up time to time and we forgive them as well. Then what is it, that makes it so hard for us to forgive ourselves when we mess up? Why do we give advice to others when we can’t heed it ourselves, and still expect others to heed our advice?
It’s not easy to accept our own flaws, because everyone has a desire of perfection. I guess it even comforts us whenever someone else messes up in a sense, honestly, if someone never messed up they’re probably not human, as selfish as that sounded. Everyone has to mess up at a point of time, only to prove to others that they are only human.
Then maybe, it’s time to forgive myself for my flaws. If others can forgive me, then so can I. It’s time to stop picturing a perfect, flawless self and start facing up to my weaknesses. It’s time to embrace them, for making me who I am. The perfection in the imperfections need to be realized as well.
Maybe, just maybe, one day I will wake up and smile for all the times that I’ve messed up, knowing that it is only what makes me human.
“I’m still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one’s got it all together. I don’t think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you’d spontaneously combust. I think that’s a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.”
― Michael Thomas Ford
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