It is not that I am perfect, but I do expect others to be. It is a mystery that we expect others to be, unless it was meant to be.
It is not that I am, or am not, but the desire to be, that convicts me. How can it be that I want to be that which is not in me.
I expect and search for in others what deep down I know I am supposed to be. Perhaps it is the god in me.
Allan Bukusi
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