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You’re probably feeling like you know me by now, getting a feeling for who I am, what my background might be. But you don’t know, not really. I’ll tell you things about me later on, things no-one else knows just to show you that I’ve made mistakes too, that I can get angry, feel vengeful and hate. I’ll show you my own darkness. I haven’t been “fully awake” since childhood, that’s over twenty years of “sleeping,” plenty of time to make mistakes, have regrets. I still make errors in fact, but I’m learning to reduce them bit by bit. Knowing more doesn’t make you perfect, on the contrary, it shows you just how imperfect you are and how much there is to work on. But I digress, as is in my nature, I was about to make an introduction of sorts… but you look like you want to ask a question.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 17, 2015.

Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by Daisy.

General

This avenue has a wideness that I love. It's open and reminds me of our walks in the park in the days when we were barely older than teens. I love the cracked sidewalk and the way the cats stalk about, the owners of all they survey. I don't care what the weather is, I carry an umbrella and my sweater is warm. My eyes eat up the green leaves above and the air is like a soft kiss from the earth. Houses line the street, each one a sleepy kingdom, each one somebody's sanctuary. No matter the state of the paintwork or the pride taken in the front yard, they are perfect to me. This is what suburbia looks like and there is beauty in imperfection. It puts me at ease, lets my soul rest a little easier, because I'm not perfect either – and I don't have to be.

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No one is perfect, and anyone who says they are is deluding themselves. I know myself better than anyone else knows me, and I know my imperfections. I may not like them, but I've come to accept they're a part of who I am. I wouldn't be me without them, and so that makes them easier to stomach. Not being perfect isn't a curse, it isn't an issue, and it's certainly not anything to be ashamed of. It's simply a sign you're just as human as everyone else.

By ec1aire, February 22, 2016.