Perfect

I love you just the way you are

but you don’t see you like I do.

You shouldn’t try so hard to be perfect.

Trust me, perfect should try to be you.

Free Spirits (Part II)

Due to the high volume of positive responses on my poem “Free Spirits”, I have decided to continue it here. By the way, I am so glad that you all enjoy the writing- it makes me feel special 🙂

Here’s to the free spirits

Who’ve had enough

with the world’s expectations

and society’s bluff.

No, they’re not perfect

but they’re as real as it comes.

Here’s to the free spirits

Yea, here’s to us!

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Dear Human,

“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.”

When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are.

– Donald Miller