Not perfect. But real.
This morning I was standing in the garden picking raspberries.
Some were small, others were a little squashed. Some had minor flaws. Not a single one looked like the ones in the supermarket flyer.
And suddenly I thought:
How reassuring.
After all, the best things in life are rarely perfect.
They're real.
The conversations that touch our hearts.
The people who become important to us.
Relationships that have their rough edges.
The paths that do not run in a straight line.
Life itself.
Maybe we spend far too much time pretending to ourselves and others:
to be strong, to have everything under control,
always finding the right words.
But that sense of connection usually comes from somewhere else entirely.
Where someone honestly says:
““I’m tired today.”
Where we make mistakes and grow closer again.
Where we disagree yet remain.
Where we laugh, even when things aren't exactly easy right now.
And perhaps also in those situations where we dare to say:
It's not perfect. But it's real.
The raspberries from my garden remind me of that.
I don't want a glamorous life.
I long for genuine encounters.
People who stick around when things get tough.
Meaningful conversations.
And the courage to show myself just as I am—with all my strengths, insecurities, and little quirks.
Because in the end, it’s often those imperfect moments that touch us the most.🍓💛