The piece feels like someone leaning in, speaking with the kind of honesty that only appears when there’s no need to impress or persuade. It gently strips away all the noise around “purpose” and “success” and leaves you with something far more intimate: the idea that life is happening now, in this breath, not in some distant reward you’re meant to chase. The reminder that material things fade while inner richness stays feels less like advice and more like a friend telling you what they’ve learned the hard way. And the way it speaks about flaws not as mistakes but as the exact contours of who you are carries a warmth that settles in the chest. The whole text feels like an invitation to stop fighting yourself and simply inhabit your own skin with a little more kindness.
Exactly that, the only meaning in life is that which we create with purpose meaning from within ourselves, thanks for sharing this, Beth, glad I came across this today.
Wow!! This poem blew me away with its eloquence and wonderful meaning. I especially love the ending:
"What if I told you
That your flaws are not imperfections
But uniquely and perfectly you
Revel in your extraordinary being
There is no exact replica of you, and there never will be"
Too many times our culture is so critical of others' so-called flaws. No one is perfect, and as you point out, the imperfections are what make us perfectly ourselves.
Lovely reminder that the only thing we leave behind are memories of moments shared.
Let’s make them count.
🦋
I agree, Ann. 🦋
The inner work...lovely poem, Rea.
Thank you, Jen. 🧡
I believe this life is a learning experience toward eventual enlightenment
I agree with you!
As always Rea! Beautiful piece! 💖
Thank you, Aster! ❤️
So beautifully thought. It would be easier for me
Sending love, Lala. 🤍🤍
This is lovely, Rea, and so compatible with my Limerence post and poem...
Best Wishes - Dave :)
I agree. Thank you, Dave.
wise words, clearly coming from someone who knows the beforelife. 🥰
Thank you, pen. ❤️
The piece feels like someone leaning in, speaking with the kind of honesty that only appears when there’s no need to impress or persuade. It gently strips away all the noise around “purpose” and “success” and leaves you with something far more intimate: the idea that life is happening now, in this breath, not in some distant reward you’re meant to chase. The reminder that material things fade while inner richness stays feels less like advice and more like a friend telling you what they’ve learned the hard way. And the way it speaks about flaws not as mistakes but as the exact contours of who you are carries a warmth that settles in the chest. The whole text feels like an invitation to stop fighting yourself and simply inhabit your own skin with a little more kindness.
This is beautiful. Thank you, Adrião!
Exactly that, the only meaning in life is that which we create with purpose meaning from within ourselves, thanks for sharing this, Beth, glad I came across this today.
Thank you, Lee.
Wow!! This poem blew me away with its eloquence and wonderful meaning. I especially love the ending:
"What if I told you
That your flaws are not imperfections
But uniquely and perfectly you
Revel in your extraordinary being
There is no exact replica of you, and there never will be"
Too many times our culture is so critical of others' so-called flaws. No one is perfect, and as you point out, the imperfections are what make us perfectly ourselves.
Thank you, Beth!
Beautiful...
Thank you. ❤️
Ah, a lovely poem, this is an excellent perspective to have ❤️🙏
Thank you, Esther! ❤️
💜>>> The meaning of life is to accumulate spiritual riches
Not material riches that will inevitably rot away
Love you, Cyn! 💜
back atcha Rea - 💞
All in a dream.
A beautiful dream.
Very nice and very true
Thank you, Debra. 🩷
Thank you for sharing this perspective. It’s a refreshing take on the meaning of life.♥️
Thank you, Aaliya. ❤️