Epiphany
Isn’t it fitting that the
word ugly reflects the personalities
of those who use it?
And isn’t it just terrible
that those who have been
labeled as such take it
to heart so easily, consenting
to the feeling of inferiority
without ever even questioning the validity
of such contemptuous, demoralizing words?
Why have we allowed ourselves
to become infatuated with the
idea of perfection- allowed it
to shape our thoughts and
control more aspects of our
day-to-day than we
would personally like to admit?
How can the masses be simultaneously
attempting to become something that
is ultimately useless in the end?
How do we go about
changing the entire concept of
perfection in the heads of
all humans in current existence?
It can begin only with
the sudden realization that
we had it all wrong,
For the truest earthly perfection
does not lie in a
face or a body, but
in the warmest of hearts,
the most selfless of minds,
and the purest of souls.
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