fucking flawless life.

we all want one, don't we?
after all flawless = without a flaw
without a flaw = perfect
perfect = nothing gets better than that
if life was flipping perfect
no one would feel pain.
nor misery. nor sadness.
or even the end of poverty.
end of world hunger.
end of famine.
end of all these miserable things that plague our world.

but all these flaws exists because
(no matter how incredibly clichéd and corny this might sound you know it's true)
nobody's perfect.
and when nobody's perfect, mistakes happen.
mistakes which causes flaws.
you following me with this?

basically i'm saying that
you're life is so full of shit all the time.
but it's those flaws that make you perfect.
people point it out all the time, now.
they will make you think the worst of your imperfections.
but in the end
know what?

your flaws, imperfections, are the things that are gonna be remembered, missed and longed for the most, because the imperfections make you...YOU.

moral of the story: don't read too many sappy stories about insecurities and shit. they make you blog things like this. 

at least it's not all melancholic
nice change, huh?

have a good rest of the week.
till thursday.
if i'm still alive.

TTFN.

- Dina x