…is that people become painfully aware of how imperfect you are.
People build walls to pretend like they are who they want to be. Just a wise word from a hard lesson I learned; you’re still the same person, with or without your facade. You’ll get a lot farther being openly imperfect than being admired for faults that aren’t really yours. Now, off to “confession”. Let’s find forgiveness at the end of this rainbow, shall we?
Gotta love ambiguity, eh? I promise this blog won’t turn into a journal. I just wanted to nudge you lovely little readers into learning from my mistakes in any small sort of way.