ACCEPTING THE IMPERFECTION OF LIFE’S EXPERIENCE
It’s imperfect, always It never meets our expectations, our hopes, our dreams It confounds us, confronts us, terrifies us It gets under our skin It renders us helpless and full of fear We run from it As far as possible Another country, another life We hide in our addictions In our relationships We try and bury our resistance We deny it, denounce it We try and rationalize it, negotiate with it We even spiritualize it And finally, with grace After years of exhaustion We accept it as it is And it becomes perfect.