A close friend and confidante once used this term to describe me. She said I was a perfect example of a girl who had her whole life planned out ahead of her and still had no idea where she was going. A girl who had it all, but at the same time didn't quite have it all. I have a beautifully exciting world around me that wants to welcome me with open arms. But I hesitate. I stumble. I fall. That is the imperfect part about me. I don't know where I'm going. And due to this is, I fall down...A LOT.
But the Perfect part? I pick myself up...and I carry on. I make mistakes to learn from them. I jump headfirst. I play with fire. I'm not perfect. But unlike others, I don't want to be. I just want to be me. And not the perfect girl everybody expects, wants or assumes me to be. A perfectly good example of imperfect perfection.
Things around me can get heavy. Sometimes there's overwhelming happiness, and sometimes shattering grief. Sometimes i just need to get away from everything. Hide away. Escape to a place where no one would find me. And that's why I write. To run away from reality. To feel the emotions within me come alive. To feel those emotions dance around in my heart as they make their way to my mind and then onto the page. Nothing else but me, my thoughts and my emotions.
So this is my escape route. My paradise. The only place that allows me to be a perfect example of imperfect perfection. The only place that allows me to be ME.
But the Perfect part? I pick myself up...and I carry on. I make mistakes to learn from them. I jump headfirst. I play with fire. I'm not perfect. But unlike others, I don't want to be. I just want to be me. And not the perfect girl everybody expects, wants or assumes me to be. A perfectly good example of imperfect perfection.
Things around me can get heavy. Sometimes there's overwhelming happiness, and sometimes shattering grief. Sometimes i just need to get away from everything. Hide away. Escape to a place where no one would find me. And that's why I write. To run away from reality. To feel the emotions within me come alive. To feel those emotions dance around in my heart as they make their way to my mind and then onto the page. Nothing else but me, my thoughts and my emotions.
So this is my escape route. My paradise. The only place that allows me to be a perfect example of imperfect perfection. The only place that allows me to be ME.
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