One of Those Lives

I think that we have a tendency to believe that some people are perfect that some people don't have any issues or problems, that their lives are without flaw and that they are just cruising along towards perfection.  Perhaps we may even believe that they are perfect.  I believe that at times some people even think that about me.  I have often wondered over my life if everyone thinks I am Mr. Perfect.  That I have a perfect life with no problems.  Over the years I think maybe I have even convinced myself of that fact and that I am supposed to be perfect.  That if I make any mistake it is the end of the world, that my life could seriously be over.  The trials I go though seem to take over and define who I am, my mood and my feelings.

I have learned over the past few months that this is not the case, and really this is the wrong way to look at life.  We must first look at ourselves and accept that we are not perfect. Some of us are fat, some are skinny, some are ugly some pretty, some of us have issues with other people, others have addictive tendencies.  Each and every one of us who are human have issues.  Things that we think define us.  I have began to realize that what really defines us is how we react to our imperfections.  It has been such an experience to begin to realize that no matter how much we expect of ourselves we must first accept the fact that we are not perfect, but we have the power to improve.  In my opinion that is what makes us human, we have the power to choose to improve and try to be better every time.  Those of us who pick ourselves up and move forward, no matter how many times we fail at being who we think we should be are on the correct pat.  As long as we are moving forward and not backward or standing stagnantly still then we are where we should be.

In doing this I have come to find that I can open up emotionally much more than ever before.  I seem to see people for who they can be and not who they are.  I have noticed that I feel for others, I pay attention to their feelings and I have compassion for those around me.  I love the song from Brad Paisley.  Sometimes when I have an exceptionally hard day and I begin to forget that I don't have to be perfect today I listen to it and know that I am blessed, and that gives me the strength to keep picking myself up and moving forward.