Our Sacred Unworthiness

On Modern Burnouts & Beautiful Bastards

Our beautiful contradictions.
The remarkable inconsistencies—
the very things we often feel insecure about,
dictated by unrealistic social expectations
of what humans should be.

But isn’t that what makes us beautiful?

These minor hiccups in our being
the quirks and stumbles
make us deem ourselves unlovable, unworthy somehow.
We see in the mirror a collage of flaws,
because it doesn't reflect
the ideal version of ourselves we've been taught to chase.

We read the quotes, the articles, the affirmation
that to be human is to be flawed,
still we strive for perfection.
like moths to a flame that always burns.

We exhaust ourselves.
We bend, we contort, we break,
just to be right, all the time.
To be perfect, somehow, always.
To become who society wants,
who our families expect,
who we think we should be.

But maybe….
all this noise about AI,
these digital doppelgängers,
is teaching us something...
whether we choose to see it or not.

That there is beauty in embracing flaws.

To be flawed is to be human.
And to be human is beautiful.
A beautiful mess.
A chaotic grace.
A sacred unworthiness that still gets loved.

Why do I believe that?

Because I don’t think we were put in this world
with free will just to become perfect.

We were meant to make mistakes,
to choose wrong sometimes,
To fall short. To fall apart.
To get back up, shaky and unsure…
to form bad habits,
to stumble again and again…and again.

To find Grace in God’s love,
not despite our flaws,
but through them.

We were created not to chase perfection,
but to find purpose
in loving Him—
for all the grace He gives
despite the parts of ourselves
we’re still learning to accept.
And maybe, just maybe…

That’s the whole point.

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