Gratitude, The Challenge....

Pause from Perfect

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Who knows what causes one to feel perfect or the act of appearing perfect. I am sure the happiness of this facade, the constant action of as if. Who does this? Many, all…. There seems to be ones who play pretend like it is all ok and others who are not afraid of shining their scares. Then there are the observers, who do not want to portray anything, just want to make it through another day, just want to be alone and not explain anything or ask anything, just be who they are. They trust, until there is no need to do that anymore but they do not lie about what is real. Maybe what is real is only in the eye of the beholder. Maybe there is no real, no perfect, no flaws…

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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