I know I am
not exceptionally gifted but I am exceptionally lucky to have all the 206 bones
in the right places and all the organs working in amazing coherence.
I know my
maker forgot to add a couple of inches beneath my feet but he cleverly compensated
it with a little extra gray tinge to my head.
I know I have an undefined body type with few inches less here and more inches there but I am smart enough to understand why. Yes, because I have been cut out not to fit into definitions but to stand out.
I know I
have taken tons of wrong decisions with my limited farsightedness but my strong
heart muscles have come to my rescue and taken the blows like a veteran
warrior.
I know I don’t
have a perfectly sculpted face but my pen takes up my case so perfectly. It can
perfectly glide through paper etching flawless words to create an immaculately
beautiful character.
I know I don’t
have enough money to shop designer clothes, have a closet full of shoes or possess
a chest full of makeup to become a different person but I have enough to go to different
places and meet different people to understand who I really want to be. Because
beneath all the fancy dresses and all the paints on our faces we are all about flesh,
bones, the brain that never stops and the heart that incessantly beats.
I know I
have lied and I am not going to coin a fancy term like ‘white lies’ to get away
with it. But my conscience has been robust enough to accept the consequences
and my ego has been benevolent enough to apologize for the all wrong done
unwittingly.
I know I
have not achieved great things in life or impacted enough lives but I have the
stomach to accept my failures and a determination to make things work.
I know I have
been and will continue to get knocked out of the ring by more powerful
opponents but I have a strong gut to pick myself up and give my hundred percent
all over again to make the story end differently.
I know I
have met dead ends on my path to greater heights because I got tempted to take
short-cuts but my strong legs and a stronger will have wheeled me towards more lucrative
directions, absolutely mesmerizing sights and wondrous experiences.
I know I can
never be the daughter my parents would have loved to have but I have enough perseverance
to keep trying to be the daughter they will always be proud of.
I know I have
not tried hard enough to make new friends or keep the old ones but I have
enough humility to acknowledge every attempt made and enough gratitude to value
every effort people make to keep me in their lives.
I know I am
not a perfect lover and I have failed relationships to vouch for but I don’t
fear opening my heart and baring my soul each time because that’s my idea of
love.
I know I
think too much into things, I know I drink too much, I know I debate with all ardency
to defend the things I believe in and come out as headstrong, I know I am not
too much into table etiquette and I don’t have too much grace but I have
enough charm and a generous smile to cover it all up.
Every
morning while having my coffee I cannot help wonder how miraculously perfect I
am in all my imperfectness that I get shit scared of becoming perfect and I
cannot help but whisper to myself, “I love you”.
This new
year I did not resolute to become better; I fell in love with the faulty ‘me’.
