I am learning as each day goes by that life is not perfect. It’s not seamless like the melodies of a well rehearsed orchestra, or beautifully painted on a piece of canvas like a beautiful piece of art. It does not move with congruent ease rather it moves more like the wind – freely – shaping it’s path ahead adjusting in accommodation to life itself. Life is more like a beautiful imperfect patchwork skillfully woven together creating a masterpiece. A never ending puzzle of epic proportions. It is fluid. It is ever changing like the seasons – beautiful in every way. In its very imperfection it’s beauty lies.
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