The more I live, the more I understand—none of us are truly easy to be with. We each carry within us an entire world, filled with unspoken struggles, silent anxieties, past traumas, and lingering fears. We are all carrying something. And the journey to becoming who we are? It’s never straightforward. It’s tangled, it’s messy. It’s human.

We often talk about finding “the one,” but it’s never about meeting someone without baggage—because that person simply doesn’t exist. The truth is, real love, real friendship, real connection isn’t about searching for someone who has no scars. It’s about finding someone who is willing to sit beside you as you unpack yours. It’s about two people who choose each other, flaws and all, day after day. To love someone deeply is to create a space where both of you can exist as you are—unapologetically human. It’s about making room for each other's messiness, vulnerabilities, and imperfections without judgment. It's understanding that the beauty of being human lies not in perfection, but in the cracks and crevices, the spaces where light seeps through.

We are all works in progress. We are all, at times, difficult to be with, and that’s okay. We aren't bound together by polished surfaces, but by the raw, imperfect reality of who we are underneath. We connect in our struggles, in our shared vulnerabilities, in the quiet places where we allow ourselves to be seen as we truly are.

The cracks in our timescape don’t make us weaker—they make us real. And in that realness, true connection begins. Sometimes, it’s in those very moments of imperfection, in the raw honesty of simply being, that we find the deepest love, the most profound friendship. So pause. Breathe. Know that being human means being beautifully imperfect. And it’s in that shared imperfection where we find the connections that truly matter. At least I think so…!! Peace✌🏻