I prefer the broken souls because perfection is but a myth.

The soles of their shoes are as worn down as mine,

but they are not the same as mine.

Their skin has as many imperfections as mine,

but we are not the same.

Their scars come from the hard work of burying the bodies of loved ones.

Mine are from the internal battles and conflicts through out the years.

Their struggles are not the same as mine.

We may look into each others eyes and see the same lifeless shade of hazel,

but we are still not the same person.

They say that it's our struggles that define us

and for once, they're right.

Without struggle, we would not have the drive to do more,

to improve ourselves,

or to reach our full potential.

Our struggles do make us stronger

but it's up to us get back up, dust off the hurt and learn from it.

I'm a better person because of what I've been through.

I have achieved more than what was expected.

I have triumphed over mountains

and I have proven anyone with doubt in me wrong.

I don't just stare at the reflection of sadness in the water anymore.

I walk away and do something better with my time.