i'm just a human with flaws
i fuck up. you fuck up. we all fuck up. i’ve got flaws that make me cringe at 3am, ones that nibble at my confidence, glaring ones i try to hide, and hidden ones that surprise me at the worst moments. sometimes i freeze when i should act, sometimes i rush when i should think, sometimes i overcompensate so hard it hurts. we’re all walking around with instagram filters on our personalities, pretending we’ve got our shit together. spoiler alert: nobody does.
here’s the real mind-fuck: our flaws aren’t bugs in the system - they’re the system. those cracks in your perfect facade? that’s where the light gets in. that’s where real connections happen. that’s where you become human. growth doesn’t happen in your comfort zone. it happens in those moments when you’re face-down in the arena, tasting dirt, wondering why you even tried. empathy isn’t born from perfection - it’s born from fucking up and learning you’re not alone.
this isn’t about giving up or giving in. it’s about being real in a world that’s choking on fake. it’s about showing up as you are, scars and all, because that’s the only way we actually connect. perfect is boring. perfect is lonely. perfect is a lie. real is where the magic happens.
i’m just a human with flaws. i’m alive.
