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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Under the Duvet
I was a feminist and then I fell in love. With the most imperfect man. Out went my feminism only to return years later with a diluted version of my once upon a time radical philosophy regarding men.
Upon keen observation, have realized, imperfection is more alluring than perfection. Maybe because I am the dominating kind, my way or the highway sort. In all my naivety (after all this was some five years ago) I thought fixing my beloved was my moral responsibility. Little did I know, the fixing part had more to do with philanthropy than love.
Its quiet uncanny how reality, can asunder philosophy from personal belief. One might hold morality or honesty in high regard yet not believe in it. Some have the audacity to outright admit their hypocrisy not making any excuse whatsoever, while others very conveniently, commiserate with themselves the lack of will power. Some THINK they do and take it upon themselves to train, rest of the humanity to amalgamate their philosophy and personal belief together to live a harmonious life (the most irritating, repulsive kind).
One can go about life simply believing to be outright righteous (delusion) or one can stop take a deep look within and come out with the truth and embrace it with pride. You can go about life feeling ashamed or you can just love the way you are. Learning and self development is imperative, but for that again a huge dose of honesty is required. You can go about feeling pressured to be perfect OR you can just buckle up, be confident and rock who you are.
Like I said, imperfection is more alluring than perfection. A person more evolved usually (unfortunately) falls for the less evolved one. Opposites attract I guess, or maybe the common imperfection forms a bond so strong that it can weather any storm.
A very dear friend once said,
"I'm in love with your imperfection. It has only made you stronger"
Here's a treat for your ears
OVOT
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