We’re all a mess. We’re all people in process. We’re all flawed, and lonely, and in our most vulnerable moments, very afraid.
It doesn’t matter if you have money, or not. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a relationship, or not. It doesn’t matter if you drive a nice car, or wear cool clothes, or go on exotic vacations, or if you are good looking, or talented, or wicked smart. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a glamorous career. It doesn’t matter if all of your dreams are coming true, or if none of them ever will.
We all feel the same. No matter how old we get, we feel the same on the inside. If we are waiting for that moment when we are finally going to “arrive” – whatever that looks like to each of us – then we’re in for a long and drawn-out disappointment.
We’re all a mess. And we will continue to be a mess.
But we’re also invaluable. At our best, we embody beauty and grace and friendship and generosity and courage and love.
And unless we permit the people in our lives to be in the process of becoming, allowing for mistakes and imperfections and weaknesses, then we will never have the privilege of seeing their beauty.
I’ve given up on some people, and I’ve had some people give up on me. But I hope to change this, at least in my approach toward others.