Be the change you wish to see in the world.

There is perfect,

and then there is flawless.

They don't exist together because
our flaws are what make us

Perfect.

~  ~  ~

Sometimes, you forget that everyone has hardships.

You see someone and they seem so put together and amazing

and you are jealous.

Then you learn more about them

-like, say, you read their blog-

and you realize it's just a mask.

It's just an outer shell,

a protective covering.

Does anyone see through mine?

Inside a person

there is but a heart, soul, and mind.

The mind deals in facts

such as, he will break your heart

and he has enough to choose from already.

The heart deals in impulses

such as, we have a chance

and perhaps I am the girl for him any way.

Now the soul,

the soul is the most tempermental

and the most mysterious.

It is what lingers

when we are gone.

It is made up of experience,

of thought,

of hopes and dreams

and love and emotion.

We are all but souls weighted down.

If we let our souls take over,

and didn't listen to our hearts and minds,

would the world be a better place?

would we end up together?

Tell me darlin', do you wish we'd fall in love?

Love, Laura.


P.S.  I was at the park and saw the darlingest little boy.  The dad walked up with an equally cute little baby, and I told him, "They are soooo cute!"  He replied, "I may've screwed up with a lot of things, but they did turn out great" [or something to that extent].  The vulnerability shocked me, as did the truth.  We will all be redeemed in the form of the next generation.

If you had seven deadly exes, I would totally fight them, just to be with you.

When I was a wee little second grader [and I remember this experience perfectly...well kinda] I was at recess and something upset me.  I think something that had to do with friends. [that's the imperfect part of the perfectly.]  All upset and alone at recess, I ran and sat my butt against a red pole and leaned against it and buried my face in my knees and about started crying.  Yes, I was dramatic, even then.
Anyway, there I was, and some big huge hulkin' girl comes up to me and asks me if I'm okay.  I realize that she's a sixth grader.  A sixth grader, talking to ME!  I was kinda freaked out.  I said I was okay.  She asked if I wanted to come play with her and her friends.  Again, I was freaked out, so I lied.  I said that I was playing hide and seek with some friends.  She smiled at me then walked away.  I promptly ran and found a new "hiding spot".
I wish I remembered what this girl looked like.  I wish I remembered what had upset me.  Almost more than all, I wish I hadn't lied.  I wish I had gone and played with them.  No doubt, they would've thought I was the cutest little girl ever, because that's how most sixth grade girls are about little second grade girls.
I wonder where she is now.  I wonder who she is.  What's her name?  Who's broken her heart?  Has her heartwarming kindness lasted throughout the toughest years of her life?  She's what, four years older than me?  She's all graduated, possibly in college.  Did she get good grades?
Has the world changed her smile?  Does she remember me?
Be kind to little second graders that look like they're crying.

Lots and lots of Love,
StarFish.

ps. In case you were wondering, this post's title is in reference to the movie Scott Pilgrim Against the World/ Scott Pilgrim and the Seven Deadly Exes [or something like that].  Possibly one of the greatest, if totally random, movies I have ever seen.