Imperfections they are not
Imperfection is subjective to each individual. What I construe as an imperfection may be different from what another person may define as an imperfection.
I feel that a lot of us hide our shortcomings behind the mask of imperfection. It is so easy to just say “Oh, I’m not perfect” and dump a shortcoming or weakness into the “I’m Imperfect” pile and then we forget about it and don’t do anything about it. This, I feel, is a cop-out “solution” to justify our shortcomings.
It’s true, we are all not perfect. As such, we are all imperfect. There is no such thing as perfection, I believe. But being imperfect doesn’t just stop there. Learning doesn’t stop by us saying “I’m not perfect”. Yes, all of us know that each of us is not perfect. But what do we do about it?
Life itself is a learning process. Our personalities evolve through our life’s experiences, we learn new skills and overcome some of our weaknesses. As such, just by saying we are imperfect does not absolve us of our weaknesses and shortcomings.
I do not believe in saying “I’m imperfect”. This is a given. What I believe in is learning to overcome an imperfection (I look at it more as a shortcoming, weakness, or a flaw) to be a better person, for myself and for others.
Learning to overcome an imperfection does not mean that one strives to be perfect. As mentioned, I do not believe there is such a thing as perfection. Learning to overcome an imperfection is merely one’s struggle to better oneself.
To be a more giving person. To have a good heart. To leave a good impression of oneself on others through one’s personal conduct and what one contributes to others and society. At least, these are some of my reasons for learning to overcome my flaws.
It could be as simple as being socially graceful or as big as opening your home to orphans (especially if you do not have an affinity for children). The reason I use these examples is because for me, the lack of social manners is an imperfection (or shortcoming). And to others, a person who does not like children is imperfect as well.
So that’s my take on being imperfect. I’m imperfect and I will never be flawless, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sweep my imperfections under a rock and keep them there. I will keep trying to better myself till the day I keel over dead because I believe there is so much the world has to offer and I to it as well.
I shall let my family and friends tell you about me. These comments may be rather old but I think the gist of them still hold 
