Who wants 'perfect'...?

Who wants perfect? What can you do with it? You can sit and admire it, I guess...but who wants to sit and watch??

Personally, I say screw perfection! Screw it, leave it in a crumpled mess on the floor and walk casually out the door without a backward glance.

I'm looking for something else, something bigger, something more...

The quest for 'perfect' drives us around the bend before delivering us at the doorstep of insanity! It makes mockeries of us all before madness descends inevitably and predictably...

And even if we do get ‘it', if we ever make it into the VIP Lounge – is it worth the struggle? God no! Of course not. Only one thing is worth losing your sanity over, and that's love.

That's the one thing that surely nothing else can ever come above...

Now don't get me wrong - the quest for perfection is something everyone should have and revel in – it keeps us hungry and on our toes. But perfection itself promotes laziness and inspires fear – the fear hidden in the most awful haunting hang-ups of the fall that dwells beneath, beneath the veneer of vanity saved exclusively for those at 'the top'...

And y'know what? That just ain't for me.

I want raggedy, off-key, improvisation born out of a lust for something else! And how can you want something else when you're perfect??

I mean Einstein wasn't perfect - just look at his raggedy coat and wild, untameable hair...he was bonkers and a complete kook! But why should he care?

Though on reflection, I guess you could argue that it's all just a myth, this idea of perfection.  I mean any boss will tell you there's no such thing as 'perfect', right? So I guess there's nothing for me to worry about. Phew - now I'll sleep easy tonight…

Just a thought...