I believe in imperfections. My entire life has been filled with blemishes, multiple “father” figures, numerous moves throughout New York, New Jersey and Connecticut, deaths and the omnipresent issues with my family. When I was younger, I either tried to ignore these imperfections or attempted to covert them to “perfections”, but now for the past 4 years, I have accepted and embraced the flaws that make my life, and myself, what it is today. I believe that perfection is a myth; it does not exist. This isn’t a pessimistic thought, it’s just what I believe is the truth. My life has been filled with different men attempting to replace my father, and due to the fact my mother couldn’t keep a man for more than five years, I have had three “step-fathers”. When I was younger I would rely on these men to help fill the void that was in my heart. My second to sixth grade life was wrought with blames, abuse and loneliness on myself and my mother from her husband. Back then I tried everything I could to turn these events into something that could be perfect, when I realized this wasn’t possible, I lied and covered up the truth and told people of my happy perfect life. I believe that my imperfections shape me. Without them, I wouldn’t be as understanding and caring to other people and their own issues. My father suffers from severe Bi-Polar which affects his ability to constantly be there for me or be someone I can lean on for support. In my younger life I tried to hide this by lies that I didn’t see him because he lives so far away, when in reality he was unable to be a stable person for a young girl to be around. When he was in a “good place” he was an amazing father, funny and caring, he would drive the two and a half hours from Saratoga New York to Litchfield just to watch my soccer games. But then the other half of the time, he was distant and ignorant to my life; I would go for months without even speaking to him on the phone, let alone spending time with him. But having these experiences in my life helps me to comfort and understand other people’s problems, which is one of my best qualities. Without this imperfection I don’t think I could do that. I believe in eliminating “perfection” from my vocabulary. Through all of my life experiences I’ve realized that perfection is a goal that cannot be reached, and I no longer want to reach it. I don’t refer to things as perfect because I don’t believe anything can be. I believe in enjoying life no matter what. I don’t let my flaws bring me down. Sure when they get worse I get unhappy, but who wouldn’t? I don’t dwell on these things and let them overtake me. I’m glad I have these imperfections to help me realize that if I can get through them, I can get through anything.
I believe that perfection is a myth; it does not exist. This isn’t a pessimistic thought, it’s just what I believe is the truth. My life has been filled with different men attempting to replace my father, and due to the fact my mother couldn’t keep a man for more than five years, I have had three “step-fathers”. When I was younger I would rely on these men to help fill the void that was in my heart. My second to sixth grade life was wrought with blames, abuse and loneliness on myself and my mother from her husband. Back then I tried everything I could to turn these events into something that could be perfect, when I realized this wasn’t possible, I lied and covered up the truth and told people of my happy perfect life.
I believe that my imperfections shape me. Without them, I wouldn’t be as understanding and caring to other people and their own issues. My father suffers from severe Bi-Polar which affects his ability to constantly be there for me or be someone I can lean on for support. In my younger life I tried to hide this by lies that I didn’t see him because he lives so far away, when in reality he was unable to be a stable person for a young girl to be around. When he was in a “good place” he was an amazing father, funny and caring, he would drive the two and a half hours from Saratoga New York to Litchfield just to watch my soccer games. But then the other half of the time, he was distant and ignorant to my life; I would go for months without even speaking to him on the phone, let alone spending time with him. But having these experiences in my life helps me to comfort and understand other people’s problems, which is one of my best qualities. Without this imperfection I don’t think I could do that.
I believe in eliminating “perfection” from my vocabulary. Through all of my life experiences I’ve realized that perfection is a goal that cannot be reached, and I no longer want to reach it. I don’t refer to things as perfect because I don’t believe anything can be.
I believe in enjoying life no matter what. I don’t let my flaws bring me down. Sure when they get worse I get unhappy, but who wouldn’t? I don’t dwell on these things and let them overtake me. I’m glad I have these imperfections to help me realize that if I can get through them, I can get through anything.