Of Being Perfect

Sometimes, no, most of the times, I hate it when people point out my mistake. It hurts, knowing I did something wrong that I shouldn't have done in the first place. Then I start acting all defensive without thinking what the person might have to say, or feel for that matter.

A friend said, there are two types of people in this world. Better, there's two types of friends.

One - those who will be super nice to you in front of you, but talks everything bad behind you

Two - those who will tell you straight to your face what you did wrong

Most people take the second one as those who are jealous, or those who wants attention. Today I've learned that group TWO are those who really care and love you.

So what it you're not perfect? It's mean to even expect another to be perfect when you are not one yourself. I know sometimes it's difficult to accept mistakes, to forgive, and to forget. But it's life anyway.

So what about number ONE? These are the people you have to really be careful with. People who sway along with words that are being spread, people who trust each other person without even having judgments on their own.

Well, I can't deny that I am not perfect, and I do talk behind peoples' backs too. But today I learned a valuable lesson that made me realize, if I don't want to tell them that they are wrong, why not just shut the hell up? It's easier that way.

I even read in a magazine today that seeking and giving forgiveness would expand your life span. Maybe??

Anyway, back to me.

I hate it when I am imperfect, especially in front of someone I care and I love. I hate being the one to break down so fast, or making a simple stupid mistake. I hate it when I have to apologize, especially when I realize, if I haven't done so, there's nothing o forgive.

Yet again, I know I'm not perfect. Never am, never will be.

So as for today, I will try to embrace that fact.

Maybe being perfect is not something achievable, but being sincere is. Maybe, that's the one thing I should be aiming for, to be sincere in what I do. People might not like who we really are, but as long as we know ourselves, and we know where we stand, one day, the world will see. And if it never does, there is always the hereafter.