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Love's Imperfection (or is it Loving despite Imperfection) & Seizing the Day...

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Today, I have two issues on my mind, so I will like the talented writer I am :-), combine the two concepts to achieve a coherent piece :-)

But, first, let me just say/ write how happy I am this morning...I am grinning like a Cheshire cat, suddenly feeling unfazed by life's bitchiness, listening to Usher again...it's lovely, I tell you... woohoo!!

Anyhow, about love's imperfection, there's this jamma who was quoted as saying; 
“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly”
Sam Keen (American Philosopher, Spiritual mentor, motivational speaker and Writer)
which got me thinking, where do 'lists' fit in?...you know those lists that boys and girls make with the 'non-negotiable'; as in the characteristics/qualities that a possible partner must have if they are to be considered...?

I also thought about the 'obsession' people have with possible partners' pasts, oh! he did this, she did that! before, surely, that means he/she will do it again...to me...and one is left wondering what happened to loving being about choosing to see an imperfect person perfectly. Yes, I am all for 'setting standards' and respecting the 'law of averages' but doesn't it all go overboard sometimes?...

At this point, I dare say that I have been a perpetrator of this kind of judgment of others.
I am learning, though, that, we cannot change our past (or any other person's for that matter). We cannot change the fact that people act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. So, as much as possible I am committed to working on my attitude (s)

Which brings me to the seize the day bit of this post...there is a well loved gospel song that has the lines; 
"Seize the day, seize whatever you can, cause life slips away just like hourglass sand, seize the day, pray for Grace from God's hand, and nothing will stand in your way....seize the day...."

I am looking to go back to that place in my psyche when I was not cynical, not paranoid, ready to seize the day, able to, without protracted thought, give the next person 'a chance'....I am looking to go back there...
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