I’m not perfect.
Far from it, in fact.
And I used to wonder,
why we curate our lives to create an image of this perfection we don’t have.
None of us have it,
yet we longingly look at others’ and for some reason,
believe that they have it better,
have must achieved the perfect we so desire.

But, I’ve come to realize,
maybe we create such fantasies,
not so much in order to entice envy,
but to grasp an ever fleeting moment of bliss.
Nothing is a given,
including laughter and joy,
and perhaps, a sprinkling of light-hearted banter.
To capture the essence of life we yearn for,
is an ode to the self in search of happiness.

I believe there is nothing wrong with that,
as much as,
nothing wrong with imperfection.