I wish to have a perfect life
I wish to have a life without blemishes . Spot free and flawless.
But my risk-taking attitude never let me perfect
Sometime opening a box of opportunity seems a wrong decision
Sometimes explaining each circumstance is beyond my control.
Rather, I choose to accept blot as mistakes to move on
But secretly I look for eraser to rub my mistakes. So that no one can see the spots and I can be the flawless.
Gradually I realized life is not meant to be spot free. It is like a sculpture.
A bit different and lot unique
Hence, God decided not to give erasers
Life is not meant to be flawless. Spots are beautiful. They defined the uniqueness of an individual.