
What if flaws entwine me with subtle grace,
Silver strands may weave, leaving no trace…
A rounded midsection, its curves may mumble,
Compared to others, income meek and humble…
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Striving for six sigma, a quest in vain,
Fix one flaw, while another takes the rein…
Perfection, an esoteric concept’s thread,
In life’s fabric, imperfections are spread…
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Perfection’s touch is fleeting and rare,
The rat race infection, a constant snare…
Fear lurks, tugging from the lofty heights,
Stress ever-ready, joy’s delicate flights…
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Embracing imperfection, life’s own design,
No stress holds sway, no fear to confine…
Navigating my path through the unknown,
Moments resonate, near-perfectly sown…
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Acts and words may not be a pristine art,
But if they spark smiles, a perfect part…
Sharing joy’s echoes, in a reciprocal play,
Even in imperfect moments, a perfect day…
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P.S.
I share a video featuring a couple that always evokes emotions when I watch it. Is there anyone who could claim they are imperfect or unhappy? It’s true that happiness is a state of mind. Take a look and judge for yourself.


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