And the bell keeps on ringin.

Hey,

No one is perfect. A friend once said to me that perfection means something different to everyone. And I would have to agree with them. A person that is perfect to me, wouldn't necessarily be so to you, or say the person sitting next to you. For that reason perfection can never be attained. But say you were to define perfection like say a person with a heart and a brain... Wouldn't then everyone be considered perfect? You would think so wouldn't you... Let us examine what I meant by "heart" and "brain" did I mean any heart or any brain? Or was I making a general specification? Was I implying that a normal heart and brain is required? What then of the abnormal?

Even knowing this twist of words as I do... I can't help but strive to be perfect. It is like that for a lot of people. I have my flaws... quite a few actually. I smoke. I have my share of scars, stretch marks, and undesirable qualities a plenty. But I can't shake that will to be just right. To fit that description of perfect. Even if it were to apply to only one of the many definitions. To one person. To find that person would be grand. And yet, the likely-hood is slim.

The solution? Not to strive for perfection, but rather a balance. A balance of undesirables and desirability. Nice hair vs slightly crooked teeth. Honest eyes vs an acne riddled face. A fantastic mind vs an imperfect body.