Perfect may be a noun or a verb,
but it can never be attained.
Perfect can be a goal or a gaol.
Perfect can motivate, perfect can enslave
or perfect can paralyse.
There will always be a stain on your record,
a flaw in your beauty,
a crack in your logic,
a flea in your coat,
or a ball of dust hiding under your couch.
Admit it, expose it, accept it.
You can extract the flea and sweep the dust,
but know they will return,
so embrace the eternal struggle
or release it.
Perféct is a process without an end.
Pérfect is a concept which isn’t real.
Chase it if you must, but it is only a word.
If perfect were possible, everyone would be the same,
the world would be flat,
the view would be monotone,
so enjoy your divergence,
climb up the hills and roll down the valleys
and love all the colours of life.