Categories Human Nature, Lifestyle, Meditation

I can’t see,
I am blind to sight
but see I do too, though in darkness.
I see my bright vision
that no one can dim.
I am lame, but I walk too,
with a little bit of assistance;
I pace towards my heart’s desires.
I am the way I am,
and I love me.

I can’t hear,
I am deaf to sounds and noise,
but in silence, I hear so clearly
what my creator has destined
for me to achieve.
I am dumb,
I can’t speak audibly
but speaking, I do
using visual gestures and signs.
I am the way I am
and I love me.

I can see,
but only when there’s light;
I can walk by myself;
My ears hear everything;
I can speak out what’s on my mind.
I am the way I am
and I love me.

Though I am tall, dark, and good-looking,
I am old, and feeble, with curves, edges and
folds that must be tucked in.
I am plus-sized, I have a pot for a belly,
and I have well-endowed legs.
That’s the way I look
and I love me.

Though I am short, light-skinned, and beautiful;
I am young and energetic;
lean, athletic, and bony;
I have thin legs, flat calves;
and a flat for a tummy
That’s the way I look
and I love me.

Though I am independent and not inclined
to any predetermined point of view:
Though I am flexible, spontaneous,
and like to go with the flow;
That’s just the way I think;
and I love me.

Though I am most often an emotional mess;
I cry when I am happy and laugh
when I should be crying;
and I need support to deal with my emotions.
Though I am emotionally more composed
able to control my feelings
and deal with them rationally;
That’s just the way I feel;
and I love me.

I love the way I love, you see.
I love everything and anything
that seems genuine
That’s just the way I love;
and I love me.

Do not try to make me
feel like less of a person,
just because I don’t fit
into your idea of how I should
be, look, think, feel, and love.
If I am as proud of my imperfections
as I love my perfections,
why should you not
celebrate my perfect imperfections too?

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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