It is only imperfection that complains of what is imperfect. The more perfect we are the more gentle and quiet we become towards the defects of others.
This is the kind of reverse thinking that I like to always remind myself. Imperfection is not a crime. In fact in some cases, it is also quite subjective. Perfect to some, imperfect to others. Understand, and you might find out that it's not that imperfect after all.
No comments:
Post a Comment