FINDING PERFECTION IN IMPERFECTION (PART1) By: Oluwajimi.J.Thorpe

Some people just can’t stop judging others. They act like they are spotless, like they are not human and they are without sin. It is time for you to start living your life without looking back to the stones people throw at you. If you tend to stop every time they say one thing or the other, you run the risk of not achieving your purpose in life.

People will surely talk. What you need to do is to CONVERT THEIR GOSSIP TO WHAT MOTIVATES YOU IN LIFE. Let them keep on talking about you, then the forces within your ENVIRONMENT will start working for you if your heart is clean.

They just want you to be perfect in which they are not. They act like they know you. They act like they can read everything on your mind. They just keep JUDGING YOU.

It’s time for you to start thinking outside that circle. You have to grow in life. You have to leave the past because, where there is life, there is HOPE and when there is HOPE there is FAITH and when there is FAITH there would surely be PROSPERITY.
I know you have tried, but you are only human. You are not some supernatural being with super powers. You are made of flesh and blood. YOU CANT BE PERFECT.

The CREATOR created humans to be perfect, BUT when humans ate what was forbidden, we became confused in this World (THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN BE PERFECT IS FOR YOU TO FAIL FOR GENERATIONS, BECAUSE WHEN YOU FAIL, YOU KEEP ON LEARNING NEW WAYS/METHODS TO BE PERFECT. BUT SINCE ADAM AND EVE ATE THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT, DEATH WAS GIVEN BIRTH TO AND IT REMAINED INEVITABLE THEREFORE THAT MAN CAN NEVER BE PERFECT).

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