Perfection. We scour the earth in its wake. Each of us yearning for just a glimpse of it, thinking that its sight would quench the quivering thirst we bury within. But it doesn’t. Instead, it leads to another journey, the hunger having grown, it drives us to the edge of sanity. Reality fades into a hazy existence and in our dreams, we come alive.
‘If we only had that perfect thing’… ‘If we only had that perfect thing’…
The perfect job, the perfect house,
The perfect moment, the perfect boss,
The perfect girl, the perfect guy,
The perfect cake, the perfect flower,
The perfect body, the perfect hair,
The perfect skin tone, the perfect smile,
The perfect score, the perfect words at the perfect moment,
‘If we only had that perfect thing, our lives would be …perfect? ‘
There is no such thing as a perfect life. Perfection is a mirage and can never truly be achieved. Chasing the wind is all it is.
There’s no such thing as a perfect life, but there is such a thing as a happy life. Your best memories won’t be of times when things went exactly as planned. They’ll be when everything went terribly wrong but you couldn’t seem to gasp for air as you laughed.