Perfect Imperfections Meaning Novels & Stories

Not even a call. And it hurts. It pained him so much that even his family couldn’t get through him freely the way they supposed to like any family would. For years, his life has revolved in making sure that everything is perfect. If it wasn’t in his perfect way, then he won’t have it. Things should either go his way or nothing at all. He thought that’s the best. But he have it all wrong. He knew now, perfection is just an illusion. And absolute control over many is impossible. He's relearning the bitter truth now that some things will not always go his way. Some things that are meant to happen. Some things that are meant to be.

Because we are imperfect. And so it doesn’t matter to me if I have the ‘best,’ the ‘spotless,’ the ‘ideal.’ I don’t want a person who is cookie-cutter, always doing the right thing, never challenging me, never growing with me, never bending or compromising or making mistakes. I don’t want to fall in love with someone who’s static, who completes me in ways that look nice, but don’t feel genuine. I’ve had enough of temporary love, of placeholder love, of love that appears wonderful on the surface but lacks all the depth and mess of something real. I don’t care about having something that the world looks at and says, ‘That’s perfect.’ Perfect is overrated. I want real.

“I love you too, my home…” Life has been cruel to us. He got hurt, I got hurt. We fell apart, we met again but still in love. Maybe God gave us those challenges to make us stronger. For us to be more courageous to face the painful reality. That life is not about bed of roses, sometimes, it’s a bed of nails and I guess it’s okay. It’s okay to bleed, to be broken, and to be imperfect because it’s part of who you are. This time, I will never runaway. I will be more courageous to face my fears because when I am with him, I am secured. Now, I can finally say that… I am finally home. He’s my home. Santrius Mikael Aquino is my home.

There's no perfection in this world. "So, don't ever think that our lives make any differences. So, what if I'm rich and you're not? So, what if I'm ugly and you're beautiful? So, what if I'm mean and you're kind? Does it really matter?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "Our struggles and imperfections make us who we are. And it's through these challenges that we find our strength and resilience," he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. As he held me, I felt a deep sense of connection and understanding. It wasn't about being perfect or living up to some impossible standard. It was about being real, accepting each other's flaws, and supporting one another through thick a

"Oh bakit ka ganiyan makatingin? Naku! Tantanan mo ako sa pagpapacute mo dahil nagmumukha kang aso." Madalas hindi ko talaga masundan ang mood niya, pero madalas din lagi ko siyang iniintindi dahil mas matimbang ang pagmamahal ko sa kanya kahit na sa ano mang ibang bagay. Her flaws and imperfections are perfect to me as she is so perfect to fill the missing part of my life.

Lahat naman ng nilalang sa mundo: tao, hayop, puno, halaman at iba pa kailangan ng pagtanggap sa imperfection nila pero una sa lahat tayo ang puwedeng tumanggap sa atin mismo, na sila at tayo na nangangarap na balang araw ay may tatanggap sa atin ng buo gaya ng pagtanggap natin sa kanila. Ang matutunang mahalin ang sarili ng buo ang pinakamahirap gawin. Ang matanggap ang imperfection at kakulangan na sa tingin natin wala sa atin. Ang kasiyahan na matagal na nating hinahanap sa sarili na hindi lang pala sa panlabas na anyo makikita, at kahit hindi tayo magsalita o ang bawat isa sa bagay na gusto nating marating isang bagay lang gusto nating makamit—Happiness and contentment. Ang matagal na na

Napabuntong hininga naman ako at inirapan siya. “I still have flaws, so I’m not perfect,” giit ko pa rito. “Sana all,” bulong pa nito. “Kung makasana all ka ah parang wala ka nang mga binaggit mo eh halos ni-didescribe mo na nga ‘yang sarili mo.” Ngayon ay siya naman ang umirap sa akin. “I don’t have a perfect family,” mahinang sabi niya. Napatahimik naman ako dahil do’n. Tahimik lang kami hanggang sa makapunta kami sa kanya kanya naming building.

Hindi ko naman hiniling ang ng perpektong kasama sa buhay pero binigay ka ng maykapal sa akin. I closed myself to him as I tenderly touched his face. “You’re perfect in my eyes…” I muttered but he just shook his head. “I’m not perfect, baby. No one is perfect but I’m trying to be better to fit for you. I want to give you the love you deserve, I want to give you the life you deserve. For all the things you’ve been through, you deserve to be happy.” “We deserve to be happy,” I mumbled as I immediately pulled his neck and claimed his lips.

Pero sandali lang ang lungkot nito bago muling hinawakan ang kanyang pisngi. "Paano nagkaroon ng ganyang lalaki sa mundo? Mayaman, guwapo, at tapat pa... masyadong perpekto." "Ang pagiging perpekto ay hindi para sa iyo. Tsaka... hindi rin maganda ang pagiging perpekto. Ang taong masyadong perpekto ay hindi humahaba ang buhay." Nanigas ang katawan ng babaeng doktor nang marinig iyon.

"Okay, tatandaan ko yan anak." "Tsaka last step 'tay, mahalin mo po ang sarili mo. Mahalin mo ang sarili mo nang mas higit pa sa pagmamahal mo sa kaniya. Kasi kapag nangyari yon, hindi ka na makakaramdam ng mga insecurities mo because you love you for who you are. Tanggap mo kung sino ka, kung anong kakayahan mo maging ang mga kulang sayo. And that's the real beauty. Sabi nga nila, beauty is when you turn your imperfections into perfection."