On Perfection

The other day, a new friend of mine used the common phrase, “nobody is perfect.” I expected a response that indicated my strangeness when I told him that imperfection is what makes things beautiful, but to my surprise, he agreed with me. Naturally, the thought that came to mind was, ‘what a great topic for my blog,’ and here we are.

Perfection is something a lot of people strive to attain. Even I, the deep, philosophical one (ha, ha), have tried desperately to cover up the freckles dotted across my nose, and, like most women, have prayed for a body I know is impossible to attain. But what we've got was handed to us by nature, and frankly, I believe that an entire universe spawning out of nothing is a miracle in itself, and being a product of something like that is pretty freaking perfect all on its own.

Besides all that stuff, there is of course the fact that if nothing was imperfect, things would get really boring. Imagine if everything was exactly the same, and there was nothing to stand out or be different. Theoretically, everything would be perfect, but we’d all get bored of looking at it all. I never get bored of looking at things that aren't perfect – they make the things that at perfect all the better to appreciate, and the flaws themselves are often something to appreciate.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that while nothing is really perfect, this world as a whole comes pretty damn close, and I, for one, am absolutely thrilled to be a part of it.