Cragg quarry and Pendle hill in the background

Perfectly Imperfect

A crack in the wall, a crooked line, a misplaced horn, a song out of time, these flaws, these blemishes, we strive to erase, but in their embrace, a beauty we chase.

Perfection’s a myth, a mirage in the sand, a goal we pursue, with an outstretched hand. Yet in our imperfections, our stories unfold, a mosaic of moments, a tapestry bold.

The chipped teacup, the faded photograph, hold memories whispered, etched in the aftermath. Each scar, each stumble, a lesson we learn, a testament to living, a heart that will burn.

So let go of the striving, the endless repair, embrace the mosaic, the flaws we all share. You are not broken; you are perfectly flawed, a masterpiece crafted, a story that’s broad. Embrace the imperfections, they make you complete, a symphony of stumbles, a heart that can beat. In the tapestry of life, each thread is a song, and the perfectly imperfect, is where you belong.