Everyone talks about letting go of people that don’t serve you anymore, people that hurt you or won’t let you grow. And I get that, it makes perfect sense, but I’m an imperfect person, and I’m not alone on the imperfect bench. We don’t live forever, so what do we do? Burn bridges and cut ties with everyone we know and knew every time they hurt us or make us blue? But what’s family to you? Those who see you in your darkest hour and who you can see too. Maybe I’m low on love or self esteem or don’t even dare to dream that there are perfect people out there for an imperfect me. What I do know is that this life is a long battle that’s much harder fought alone. People will hurt you, as you will hurt them, we can’t avoid that, but a midst the hurt there will be a thousand little gems, moments of laughter, joy, and unmatched bliss. Do I miss all of this in the pursuit of something that doesn’t exist? Perfection, perfect people, perfect places, perfect relationships. No, I don’t. I welcome a life filled with imperfections; imperfect people, places, relationships, and an imperfect me. And hope that we all live long, happily and imperfectly.
Erika’s rented apartment in Amsterdam