Imperfect is Beautiful

Happy New Month

I am happy its a new month. Its the month of love and my sincere hope is that i do not spend this Valentines day alone. It has not happened in a long time so am not sure i remember how to be single on a red labelled day with kisses blowing past my nose.Lord hear us..........

Last month was awesome, I had my birthday party on the last weekend of it and what?!! We rocked it. I got good friends who make me succumb to peer pressure, i love peer pressure, its the best presuure to be exerted on any young person.

That aside, yesterday being the last day of the month was not as happy as anybody would anitcipate. I spent the whole day depressed, i felt down cast, wanted to walk alone (yet am a Liverpool fan) and wrote three sad poems.(I will post them later, too happy to do it now). I dint know what was going on till I met my sister in the evening and she was in the same mood-Depression!! We had to get a solution, or maybe the cause. Two minds are good, we had it in a minute, it was that girl!!

The kind of person whose life is next to perfect if not it. The girl who makes all girls feel like their lives are screwed up and crooked. She condemns her audience without saying a word.

The girl am talking about has had a good life: Used to lead in school for all the days she was  in it, scooped the best grade in high school, got a good job as she waited to join campus, at campus she persued a good course, passed well enough to work in one of the leading private well paying institutions in the country.

The intimidating part is when one rekons that they attended the same school with her.

Lets go on with listing the perfect areas of this life: she has a very loving and handsome man. Tall dark and handsome, thats what am talking about!! This is no movie, its a true story...........

The true story that one feels like saying " based on a true story" for emphasis.

She made us think about how unfocussed we are, how in these girls's eyes we are just imperfect failures and how far, just how far we seem to be from getting a perfect man considering our imperfections. Top on the list being our common one: fear of commitment. It was not funny. We had met this girl and she made us think deeply about our lives. Depression was the result. On that day i saw many sad people on the streets, i saw poor beggers i even tried shopping and felt there was nothing to buy.

We talked about it and thought we were simply being stupud!!

How ugly would the world be without that person who used to be so silly in class that all  the questions they asked sent a roar of laughter in class? How boring would it be if there was no that night, due to imperfections you went out, had a crush on some guy and made out in an ATM lobby?

Just how peredictable would you be if you dint surprise your parents with a baby bum at the age of 17 due to your imperfections?And am sure that baby has turned out to be the most beatiful thing in your life!

Dont you just love the way you were once last in your class and all your friends abandoned you only for to receive an award for "best improved student" when the next exam results were out?

Do you remember the time you dated a guy who was shorter than you all because he was a good dancer and you wanted the fame?

Do you remember being your true self when you fell on stage trying out a modelling career?

Isnt randomness awesomeness?

Don't you think its time me loved appreciated our failures as a beautiful part of our lives?

We came to a conclusion, its so good to be yourself, its so good to never compare yourself and its so hard to look at life through other peoples eyes since all you see is imperfection.

So today i wore my imperfect eyes, and i saw an albino beggar breastfeeding her baby. It was the most beautiful sight as the baby had the pigment and fed from an un-pigmented gland. Black and white is a perfect combination.. I dint get any successful client, but it did not feel like a failure i was happy to have stepped in those big offices and spent time with people who matter in society. I met a friend who had just had a job promotion and we went for two tequila shots to celebrate.I  bought my self a pair of flowered wedge shoes on my way home, i did not feel like a shopaholic, it felt the perfect thing to do.

 Happy new month