A Life not yet been Lived

Perfection lies
beneath the imperfections
of life itself.
It appears
when you least expect it.
When you look beyond;
When you look within.
When you take a chance;
when you take the time
to slow down
and truly
appreciate. 
When you resist fighting,
when you embrace struggle
as nothing more
than a passing phase.
When you truly appreciate that,
you may come to realize
that all that you have
and all that you really need;
 you already possess;
within you,
around you.
The moment you stop trying so hard,
to please others,
you see:
they are pleased enough already.
They have already been captured
by your beauty.
And
when you are YOU
and you are not trying to please,
then they are reminded:
there is still good in this world.  
Because you,
at your best and most natural,
typifies the good
that you believe
exists in all of us.
Yet you fail to admit,
to yourself,
that others
may possibly
believe that of you.
You can see it in others
but not in yourself.  
Such beauty
you rarely unleash
because you live in fear of truly being,
of fully living,
a life
not yet been lived.  
Too scared to exist
beyond these walls
you have built
for yourself. 
Fearful
that if you dare to break free of them,
then
you will be truly
alone.