Amidst the undeniable flamboyance of assurance (may it be in love, friendship, and family), one soul may possibly shake off by drama of relentless truth to human imperfection.
I had not realized – then – the nature of disillusion, may it be a possible deception to ones show-off character, and the truth that everybody will change in no time. I am not in a know-who particular subject as I am writing these texts. I am among those spectators who beheld someone’s guilt pointed on his being. And take account of my thought of who that one became. Indeed, that someone, maybe, is one of the countless victims of impulse and remorse.
For the moment, I was bothered by the thought that I can be as upset and saddened as I am to one person who has done something ‘that one person’ may be unaware about. (Yeah, I can become a horrible bitch when I am exasperated). If only I could verbalize how I was feeling, I would. But I know my nasty look can speak, and it’s enough. I admit and realize, though, that I have become so judgmental. And now I appreciate the wisdom it teaches me that certainly, no body is perfect. According to what I’ve read, “Human nature is inherently flawed, the secular equivalent of the doctrine of original sin.”
Yes, human is imperfect, and that no one is spared from that imperfection. Yet, everyone is saying, “I am only human”, but kept on making almost the same mistakes over and over. Maybe, our mistakes are what make each of us a more complete individual as long as we take the time to learn from our mistakes. How we learn from our mistakes is what’s really important and is the real lesson behind our human imperfection. No matter how unfair the lesson may seem, we all struggle to learn that lesson. I, myself, have gotten through a lot many times already, and I must admit, I have learned my lesson in such a painful manner. I have felt how unfair life is first before I realized that it’s not.
