We Are Not Broken

 Most of us have never learned how to truly love ourselves, and not despite of our flaws, but because of them.

The great lie, of course, is that we are broken. The truth, however, is that we are not, and we never have been.

 We are simply human, and our only flaw is that we have been duped to believe we must be as perfect as a god by being as obedient as a dog and as binary as a computer.

We chase after some idealized sense of religious or social perfection like a cat chasing its tail, failing to see how truly blessed we are to be exactly who we are, as we are.  For we are no less the serial killer than we are the saint.

It is only in embracing our imperfections that we are made perfect, and only in our Sisyphean quest for perfection are we condemned to remain so woefully imperfect.

Indeed, we are held together solely by our flaws, like a seamless garment, and torn asunder by our ideals. And as we are redeemed by the equality of the one,  we are everywhere crucified by the lie of the other.