AliceLeigh to be perfect is to be plastic. No one really loves plastic. The Japanese have a spiritual ideal called Wabi Sabi- it means accepting something for its imperfections and transience. Things change and it is beautiful. A blanket becomes softer through use, a tree grows into magnificence, a child grows into an adult. The lines in our faces are a story, a tale of adventure, sorrow and joy. Perfection lacks mystery and character.
When we make mistakes we learn. Perfection has no need for evolution so there is no usefulness in its existence. Perfection is a moving target and a fickle friend.
Look beyond the mirror's shallow promises. Don't be afraid to get messy. Messy things are fun. Think on it- was Van Gogh wrong? Paint ball, spaghetti, playdough...
Perfection is so subjective and if you have to define it you also have the power to redefine it. Make up some new rules and damn the critics. Peace.