So why do we forgive it in ourselves
But demand it in others
The only one who was perfect achieved resurrection
We are constantly overwhelmed
By a desire that smothers
We cannot appreciate the beauty of the butterfly
If we despise the ugliness of the caterpillar
But we cast off love as being love awry
For the imperfection that drive us bitter
Somehow we must
Learn to love everything
Learn to like the scars
Learn to appreciate the mistakes
For our own imperfections sing
To those who would listen
“We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.”― Albert Camus
