As I walked along and swished my feet through the fallen leaves, I kept looking for it...the perfect specimen. Leaf after leaf was rejected...too big...too small...uneven colouring...crispy edges...not symmetrical...blah blah blah. Then it dawned on me. In looking for perfection, I was ignoring their individual beauty. How often have I been too hard on myself and others for not being perfect? All too often. So here it is...a leaf kind of like me...lopsided and with blemishes. But it glows with colour and a uniqueness all its own!
Well said. There is a LOT of character in that leaf. And beauty. It has stories to tell.
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