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Through pain and growth, I have come to appreciate -no, more than that-I’ve come to love my fence, even though it may be different than the neighbors’. The concept of perfection is not flawless or ripped from a magazine. It’s happiness. Happiness with all itsmessiness and not-quite-thereness. It’s knowing that life is short, and the moments we choose to fill our cup wiht should be purposeful and rich. That we should be present for life, that we should drink deeply. And that’s perfection. And my dad and my mom and my family-my past, present, and future with Nella, what the world may view as broken or damaged-have taught me what true beauty really is.
