"Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this"

It's times like these that push us to pause for reflection.
The intake of information can only go so far without the heart's acknowledgement.

Choose your battles, but not your feelings?
Count your blessings...but not your shortcomings?

Love all...yes, even the irrational, the absurd, and the incoherent.
And the tactless, the crude, the graceless.
What are these, but not imperfections?
and i know, soul, i know that you have the capacity to love the imperfect.
Perfection begs that of you.