I have always thought about people living perfect lives with perfect hair, perfect skin, the perfect wardrobe and the perfect family. I have always thought about how wonderful it is to be on that side of the fence where the living is easy and everything is always ripe for the picking. I look at these people, follow them on their social media accounts or read their accounts online. It must be so fabulous to be these people! It must be so nice to not have problems AT ALL.
And then I got to know some of these perfect people and they became my friends and I became privy to their hurts and struggles. Most importantly, I became a part of the celebrations and victories too.
My realization? Perfection is all a matter of perception. What’s not perfect for one maybe perfect for others. The grass is always greener and all that jazz. We all struggle, some just struggle with more poise and grace (I don’t, bargas ako e !) We all have our own versions of happiness.
But beyond perfection it is gratitude that trumps all. Counting blessings is a habit that I have yet to master. Being a natural pessimist, the latter really is out of character for me but because I am now a mom, I have to model for my kids. I want them to know that life is good and beautiful and yes super messy. It is the messy that makes life challenging and worth living. We get cracks and wrinkles and victories and disappointments. We stumble and fall but we always should rise up and learn. There will always be others who have it all figured out. But hey we’re one of them too 🙂