In life we all make choices.
Ultimately we decide them, but in a way they help chose who we are. Life is like
a treasure map with no perfect way to find the exact spot where the X is
marked. When using the map you have to decide each way you wish to move making
the best decision for the moment. Whether you make the right or wrong decision
regretting is no option. Without mistakes there would be no room to grow. Without
decisions there would be no mistakes and without mistakes there would be no
imperfection. Thus bringing me to the world’s society and what we painstakingly
consider “perfect”. What is perfect? Is it the popular girl who seems like
someone who has it all put together on the outside? She has the guy, looks and
life, but what about the inside? Are people really as perfect on the inside as
they may seem on the out? That is what makes the world so unique. Knowing that
nobody is the same and we each have our own individual flaws. Without these
mistakes that everyone has, scars, cuts, burses inside and out how would we be
able to tell the difference between one and other? Sure perfection is defined
by a series of words in a dictionary but each individual’s definition of
perfection can be different on so many levels. The depth of our lives is yet to
be determined, each hour of our lives ticking on and on trying not to be pushed
and shoved by our stereotypical perfection of society. To me mistakes are not
perfection, but the closest thing next to it. To me there is no such thing as
perfect, only the image that has been put into our heads from our date of
birth.
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