Random Thoughts: I Am Not Perfect

I was browsing for some videos in Youtube until I remember my mother talked about Ms. Iza Calzado’s interview by no other than the King of Talk, Boy Abunda. One statement that caught me was “Ang hirap, di ako perpekto”.

It is so hard to be perfect to begin with because there’s no such thing as one. We are all created by God in His likeness and image, however, we are still not perfect. We had our own faults, our mistakes and our imperfections because after all, we are human beings.

Let me share my one imperfection and forgive me if I may sound bitter. I admit that I am no good in writing and grammar. I had a share of criticism by my friends when I asked them to read a draft of my post here. One friend of mine ridicule my own story of mine as lame and confused. Probably, they are expecting my own work as grandeous as Shakespeare or an inch of Nicholas Sparks. But it is not. Grammars and contents of that draft were scathe. It hurts me. Criticism crippled me. I almost stopped myself from the idea of writing and whenever I try to write, their voices echoes in my head. There is one time that I asked my mom if I am good at writing or I talked to a friend about this predicament. But here I am now, still writing because it is my passion.

I am not perfect just as what everyone wanted nor I don’t like to follow most of the social norms. It is not me. I cannot always be the good guy that everyone is expecting nor I cannot always be the best student or whatever that everyone sees. It is hard to be in the radar of other people’s expectation because a single move, even in a move of an eyebrow stirs criticism. But I will always keep my imperfection (that I wanted to embrace and to love them) because it is me.

I am not perfect. The only perfect in me is my imperfection.