“To be imperfect is to be free...” said the old man, sipping his wine. “..And to be free, is a privilege.” finished his pal, sitting by the warmth of the fire.
Something is not truly itself unless it accepts itself exactly the way it is,
but also more than once,
acceptance is not enough.
One has to grip it and celebrate each fragment of his being.
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