I didn’t make myself
I wonder if I had a choice, would I make me, me?
If you had a choice, would you make you, you?
Would it depend on the choices that you were given? What if you had no example, but you had all of the pieces?
Take a good long deep look in the mirror; would you seriously put all those pieces perfectly in place, body parts perfectly positioned, every follicle of hair perfectly positioned, complexion of skin, and teeth in place, would you?
I bet you wouldn’t, even if you could.
Perfection doesn’t exist. We grow, change, develop, evolve, get wounds that leave scars.
I am glad I didn’t make myself, but I’m so happy to be me.
You should be happy to be you, flaws, imperfections, vulnerabilities pet peeves and all. If your not happy being you, you could never be happy with someone else.
If you’re not happy with you, take it up with the one who made you, he’ll open up your eyes to your questions and fill you with answers. You’ll be able see beyond your questions of why, how and who, what, where and when.
You become filled with joy and gratitude.
I didn’t make myself and neither did you.