If I get the chance to give this 100 e- claps, bet I would. This is relatable and I low-key wish I was the one that penned this down but great to read it and know someone else thinks this way.

I mean, what is wrong in wanting more? Even with your blog post, I want more of it…lol.

As we grow, we seek out for more..but the realisation that nothing is really perfect and permanent, brings peace and helps you begin to appreciate the little things of life.

There is joy in that imperfect church. It could be the people, or the choir or whatever or even the small chops, but there is something there.

You see that girl with no boobs? She is perfect in her imperfections if you look closely. She’s got a great smile and she’s a smart ass. Her boobs might be little but she knows what to do with it. Look closely, she’s perfect.

…and the job? Oh well.. do we all have it perfectly as we want it? Hell no. But then, there is joy being with the people, or even if it’s one person or your role, there is joy there.

I don’t have it perfect. Not my family, job, friends or partner but if you ask me, I can tell you a million reasons why I am happy I have them and I love them.

I know my reply is alot but I’m grateful you wrote this.