Imperfect Joy

It is difficult to be perfect or ideal. There were times when I really strived to become one, to belong to this group of “special” people. Now my priorities are changed. I do not dream of being perfect anymore. Well, I would not mind being better than I am today. I would be very happy to be a better human being than I am now. I really hope I will one day.

Today I received a little email from one of my good friends I have never met for real. He wrote something that almost made me cry. He wrote “You don’t need to be perfect”. Well, sure he is very kind to me. But I believe what he wanted to say is I am the way I am and people who love me, love me for the way I am. No for the way I am not. I feel myself really blessed to have people who accept me as I am. Imperfect. With my physical challenges, with my terrible character, with my crazy ideas of life.

I am grateful for people who are able to see me as I am. And who even see things I don’t see about myself. They somehow manage to see something ideal for them. :-) I am so happy to feel their honest care. It is so easy to love someone perfect. But it usually takes great efforts to love someone’s good and negative sides. Or maybe the great mystery is when you care about your friend you do not care that much about her\his imperfectness? I am happy to be imperfect.  

                                        This video I also got today from my friend. I love it! 
                It's  in German. The end of it is: "No one is perfect. Life sometimes can be".