A Jacked Up Person

I'm a firm believer that we all have a skeleton or two in our closet; maybe just a bad memory you keep tucked away. Maybe you have a bad habit or you get really insecure or you run away from problems. I wouldn't know. 

I do know that I'm just like you, though. I have things I'm ashamed of, things I'm proud of, things I'm working on.... I'm perfectly flawed. I'm human. 

We're all a little scarred. We're all "damaged goods." We bring our past inevitably into our future, try as we might to selectively block memories out, it happens. We're messy, insecure, confident, needy, independent, walking oxymorons..... and no matter how much you try and refute it, we all have a deep need to belong in some way. To a team, to a group of friends, to a club, a work environment, to a loved one; we love to belong. 

So don't find the perfect person.

Find a jacked up person. 

Find a person who is an absolute mess and you love every second of them unraveling. 

Find the person with scars who isn't afraid to heal. 

Find beauty in the beast. ((Pun intended)) 

It's all messy. 

The bed,

the hair, 

the words, 

the heart. 

Life is one big mess.

So find the jacked up person that you find to be absolutely perfect. Find the person who's quirks you find incredibly endearing. Find the person you can't stay mad at. Find the person you would forgive a thousand times over. Find the person that's flawed, just like you, and you wouldn't trade it for the world. 

And then unravel the mess of life together.