Sunday, June 04, 2006
Flawed
Sometimes, you meet people so nice, so perfect... that you think they're flawless. You admire them, idolise them.. You think they're saints, even. You question yourself, wonder why they want to be your friend. You think yourself a lucky, lucky soul.
But then one day, you realise that the person, that perfect being, is flawed.
I won't say that your world comes crashing down, because that hardly ever happens, only in times of real tragedy... but it's close enough. You get confused. You don't understand why that formerly perfect person became imperfect.
You start getting mad, even when you have no reason to be. You feel disappointed, simply because you've raised that person up to such high ideals, that you feel like they've failed your expectations. You even start to believe that they had no right to disappoint you so... as if it was ever your right to start with in the first place.
Slowly, but surely, you realise what you're doing. You laugh at your own irrationality. But you still can't get rid of that nagging feeling, that bitter taste of disappointment. There's a reason why you foolishly thought that person to be perfect... It's because you're flawed, and you hate every single impurity about you, hopelessly wishing you'd be perfect some day. But that day never comes, and instead, you encounter a being that seemed so perfect at first glance, you immortalise that moment of perfection. So when the person turns out to be not so perfect, as we all are really, you feel betrayed. Hurt.
You come back to earth soon enough, realise your miserable stupidity in thinking there was such a thing as perfection anyway. But still.. you're disappointed. Deep inside, you're still waiting for that perfect being, who will take your breath away, who will accept all your flaws... So contradictory, isn't it? You, who are flawed in so many ways, wish for only perfection.. yet demands perfection to accept your imperfection.
But then one day, you realise that the person, that perfect being, is flawed.
I won't say that your world comes crashing down, because that hardly ever happens, only in times of real tragedy... but it's close enough. You get confused. You don't understand why that formerly perfect person became imperfect.
You start getting mad, even when you have no reason to be. You feel disappointed, simply because you've raised that person up to such high ideals, that you feel like they've failed your expectations. You even start to believe that they had no right to disappoint you so... as if it was ever your right to start with in the first place.
Slowly, but surely, you realise what you're doing. You laugh at your own irrationality. But you still can't get rid of that nagging feeling, that bitter taste of disappointment. There's a reason why you foolishly thought that person to be perfect... It's because you're flawed, and you hate every single impurity about you, hopelessly wishing you'd be perfect some day. But that day never comes, and instead, you encounter a being that seemed so perfect at first glance, you immortalise that moment of perfection. So when the person turns out to be not so perfect, as we all are really, you feel betrayed. Hurt.
You come back to earth soon enough, realise your miserable stupidity in thinking there was such a thing as perfection anyway. But still.. you're disappointed. Deep inside, you're still waiting for that perfect being, who will take your breath away, who will accept all your flaws... So contradictory, isn't it? You, who are flawed in so many ways, wish for only perfection.. yet demands perfection to accept your imperfection.
i know that i have loved you ... at 10:18 PM
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