We are intriging creatures

I was sitting in the library at my college, in between classes, just watching people. Watching them pass by, study, talk, or stare back (haha).. and i wonder, 'what is it that their struggles may be? Do they have something in their life, like I do in mine, that they struggle with or any level?'. They each try to display a face, an image, a body, a character, that the world will accept, that will fit it, and that people will like. But sometimes we struggle with that. A girl huddled in a corner crying, a man pounding his fists into the wall, a teen gripping her stumach wispering hateful word to herself - all struggles. That's how we are, as humans we try and hide our imperfections. Everyone has imperfections... some are just harder to see than others. I am striving for my perfection... you may be striving for yours too, or maybe you are completely satisfied with your imperfectsin. And if you are, I commend you, for that is a great feat.

~a beautiful disaster