A role model is an imperfect person, not a perfect person, because that's who we are as real people.
We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. . . Only after we have lost everything, are we free to do anything. . . Throw things out there and not be perfect and not have answers to anything and see if people understand.
She couldn't "heal" him. No woman could. Events that far in the past just couldn't be undone. But perhaps he didn't need a cure, but. . . a lens. Someone who accepted him for the imperfect person he was, and then helped him to see the world clear. Like spectacles did for her.
Identify the problem. ”) I love the late Japanese psychotherapist Shoma Morita's advice to stop trying to fix yourself and start living instead: “Give up on yourself. Begin taking action now, while being neurotic or imperfect, or a procrastinator, or unhealthy, or lazy, or any other label by which you inaccurately describe yourself. Go ahead and be the best imperfect person you can be and get started on those things you want to accomplish before you die.
While you're busy looking for the perfect person, you'll probably miss the imperfect person who could make you perfectly happy.
I'm far from perfect, but I'll be perfect for that imperfect person that's perfect for me.
