Many years ago, while combing the beach for sea shells, I searched for the most perfect of shells. Pure white sea shells with absolutely no cracks or chips. I was very particular for sure and not just about sea shells. About life.
Through the lessons that only a child can teach you and some personal growth (and therapy,) the shells I most admire and treasure now are completely imperfect in their own way. They are chipped and cracked, they have holes and are worn by the elements. To me, that is the true beauty of life and living.
and shells.
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