Everything I Am

Everything i'm not made me everything I am, Without imperfection, without flaws, all is perfection. However perfection leaves no reason for strive, And without the urge to change, the world would stand still, no transition, no drive People would never reach for more, believing they have it all. only Once imperfection enters does improvement begin to call, While Sounding counter intuitive, consider the true downfall, Comfort breeds stagnation, discomfort sparks an overhaul, Faced with flaws, one begins to think, to question, to solve, to push past the brink. Without these minor troubles tugging at convenience, How many minds would awaken with brilliance? If not for that wonder, that itch to grow, Many, including myself, would never know The drive to rise, the hunger to transcend. For wonder fuels dreams, and flaws are where they begin. Everything I'm not made me everything I am