Is it these petty imperfections that make us whole?
See forth the future, at which the past is unrecognized.
Steer clear of troubles and regrets and know you can only be humanistic.
A withered heart deals great with a deserving smile.
Take pride in yourself my friends for we have come too far not to.
Do not fill voids with downfalls and accusations, we were made whole for some reason worth searching for.
Now go find it.
I've dealt a lot with myself lately and the fact that I've been pointing out my imperfections far too much. I have trouble getting past my demons but at the same time and great with helping everyone else rid their own. I've come very far in life so far, according to where I came from. So to that I say don't ever stop pushing friends.