: a puzzle.

i'm no different than any of you.
i have thoughts, feelings and emotions.


have you ever wondered how you are going to act on certain thoughts, feelings or emotions? i always do; sometimes it turns out wrong, but most of the time it turns out just right; which isn't perfect, and i am content with that. i have gone my whole life wanting everything to be perfect, but in time, i figured out that nothing is perfect; not even the most beautiful man is perfect. there is always a flaw. no matter how hard i tried and tried to get something perfect, it was never just..perfect. but i often wonder who really defined "perfect"? i guess i realized it's ones own perception of what "perfect" really is, but for so long i thought that the idea of perfect was what i learned from society; physically- model type. mentally-stable. intelligence- high. i always tried to live up to those traits of what society portrayed as being perfect; i never was the model type, but tried to be. i was always stable, but once i was unstable, a problem changed me, i put myself down. i always got the "A's", but i'm book smart, not street smart; and common sense intelligence is what gets us individuals by now a days. i forever tried to be perfect for my peers, but never tried to be perfect for myself. i always felt judged; if i did something "wrong", yet who defines wrong?, i would get angry at myself and felt like nobody would accept me. it took me so long to realize that i am living life for me and not for other people. that is actually why i am writing bits and pieces of my story; because i no longer feel judged; everything i do is just right. it fits. the acts to which my actions, emotions, and thoughts condone i feel as though are "my perfect"; nobody else's perfect, just mine. my perfect is defined as something being just right. it fits, like a puzzle piece; puzzle pieces aren't so straight, they are curvy, have ridges on them, but yet they fit just right with all the other pieces. my puzzle is my life; and my life fits just right.