Perfectly Imperfect

I am strong, not because of my strengths, but because I understand my weaknesses.

I learn, not because I want to, but because I don't know how to stop myself.

I am emotional, except for those times I'm logical.

Conversely, I am logical, except for those times I am emotional.

The power of my belief in myself is so strong that at times it becomes a detriment, rather than an asset.

My pride sucker-punches me at least once a day.

I live in fear of change, but have been afraid to admit it.

I confuse "acquaintance" with "friend".

I mistake facts I am given as jealousy by the giver.

I feel that numbers should matter, but also that they lie.

I tell myself that "it" doesn't matter, but that is also a lie.

I am the most untruthfully honest person I know.

I regret many things, but deny them all.

I am perfectly imperfect, because I am human.

I do not seek the forgiveness of others, I seek to learn how to forgive myself.

I am strong, not because of my strengths, but because I understand my weaknesses. They are many, myriad, multifaceted.

My weakness is what makes my strength possible.

jlp May 21, 2010