Imperfect Story 1: Not The Odd One Out
I’m not perfect, and yet I live in a society where one would think perfection was even an option. Well, it’s not. There are over 7 billion imperfect humans in our planet and I could carefully craft you a beautiful tale of how unique I am, but I’d like to think I’m not the odd one out, and perhaps uniqueness is about embracing our unique imperfections.
I’m NOT the odd one out,
That wishes to mix essays,
With semi poetic verses,
Nor the one who shares kisses,
With people categorizing me in friendships.
I’m not the oddest in the least,
If anything I’ve come to realize,
What makes me not the odd one out,
Is when I look around,
There are other faces feeling the pressures,
That I speak about.
However I’m the odd enough
One of those that plunges in to the odd,
I seek the things that make me cringe,
The conversations from which most wish to leave,
I cry at times when composed socialites gasp,
Speak my mind when it’s clearly not asked,
Yet when I go to sleep,
I feel a release,
In knowing I’m not the odd one out,
I’m perhaps one of those into embracing the odd.
“Your problem is how you are going to spend this one odd and precious life you have been issued. Whether you’re going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over people and circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.” — Anne Lamott
I came across this quote by Anne Lamott, and thought, it’s true, having problems, struggles, and obstacles that we may or may not always conquer, is part of being alive.
So I say to you, dear reader, I’m not the odd one out, and if you choose to be similar, and voice your (with some tact, because manners are nice) opinions at times, you’ll realize, that majority of the world is slightly faking perfection, but rather always imperfect too.
(Image: Mural captured in mission district of San Francisco)