My parents told me, when I was born, that I was perfect.
But I wasn’t.
I was, instead, a perfectly formed container of pure potential.
Potential to succeed – potential to fail.
Potential to grow, potential to wither.
And it was up to me to use this potential.
I was a work in progress.
They say that I was formed by my surroundings.
To a certain extent, that is true.
We are, all of us, affected by every single thing that happens to and around us throughout our lives. The people we come into contact with, change us irrevocably, and forever. As we change them.
And, as the human animals that we are, we are also affected by the things that exist within us, as well. Instinct, honed by millions of years of evolution, have created a race of beings with the potential for greatness. Whether great joy, or great tragedy – is completely up to us as a species. Personal emotions and ideas form the way we interact with the world, aside from the “trained responses” that are part of society and parenting, pushing us to make decisions either for gain or for loss.
And we make mistakes.
I know I do.
Sometimes, out of frustration, or anger, or some other strong, passionate emotion, I will say things that I will later regret. I have done things in the past that I am not so proud of. People I’ve hurt, including myself, have been affected by my words, my actions, in ways that I cannot truly comprehend.
Sometimes, I don’t live up to my potential. I fall down, as the imperfect being that I am. I stumble and give way to the instinctual “flight or fight” responses that every living, sentient species has within them. I can be angry, and depressed, and occasionally petty or small-minded.
I can, however, also be filled with joy, and laughter and genuine helpfulness, caring and compassion for my fellow earth-dwellers.
Be patient with me, please.
I am a work in progress.
And in the future, there will be times when I will stumble, because I’m not perfect.
But I have potential.
And I know, this may sound strange – coming from someone who follows the Wiccan faith – but the words are strong in their potential, and carry their own weight, no matter who speaks them.
“Forgive us our trespasses, as We forgive those who trespass against us.”
If I have harmed you in the past, I apologize. I will endeavor to keep myself from causing harm in the future, but I cannot guarantee perfect success. I will endeavor to live up to my potential, to work at becoming more than I am today. I will strive.
We are all of us imperfect beings – full of perfect potential.
Works in Progress.