As faithful beings, we are taught to strive for perfection.
But such is a lesson I refuse to learn. As faithful as I am to my belief system, I don't ever for a day want to aim towards perfection.
I want a part of my life to be imperfect, some type of flaw. I want this imperfection to balance my life equation, to give me the best answer. An answer only fit for me.
I want to be looking at my left and seeing the right thing, and that wrong on my right. This way, as I look forward, I'll be aware that there's a balance for me as a human being. It will also be my reminder that there's no such thing as one who is perfectly good or entirely evil, but that we all at some point have partaken or will soon partake a portion from these two laws. That is why we're human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem