Whether planned or unplanned;
we are all
born for a purpose,
born with potential,
but none is born to perfection.

You were born to do something big;
something only you can do,
something only you were created to do.

There will never be a perfect time to begin
living up to your potential, or
building up your purpose.
So, why wait for perfection?

Perfection exists to deceive
because it can be only be found
in fragments,
and segments.
The pursuit of it’s fullness is a figment.

Disclaimer: This poem was originally published on my first blog, www.skyflawa.wordpress.com (active 2011 to 2015). However, the poem was edited slightly prior to publishing on this blog, to suit my current style of writing.