It is not the perfect that we love, it is the imperfections that bring the magic, the quirks, the kinks, the cracks that allow the light. Yet we are conditioned to strive for perfection and it is what is sold to us.
Blemishes are what makes something different, interesting and lovely.
Imperfection is the magic of life and it is what we love the most.
The more we try to perfect, to cleanse ourselves of any imperfection, the more we become dirty.
Perfectionism, it’s hiding place from showing up, it’s a place where we feel we can not be judged, it’s a way of trying to stay out of the limelight of being criticised.
But the more we feel perfect, the more judgemental of others we become and that’s not cleansed it’s dirty.
Stay clean from the stain of perfection.