Blessed are the weird people: the poets & misfits, the artists, the writers & music makers, the dreamers and the outsiders, for they force us to see the world differently.
I believe our Western notion of perfection (I’m looking at you, Plato!) is at the root of many of our societal ills. True beauty is always in the differences, the imperfections. The Japanese know this, and have a term for it: Wabi-sabi, beauty that is imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete – or in other words, real.