Perfectly imperfect.


Perfect pitch,
Perfect plan,
Perfect number,
Perfect relation,
Perfect, perfect, perfect,
And perfect.
We squander a lifetime, wish of making the perfect listing, and think of ways to meet such an attainable ideal and finally wonder “how to be perfect?’’
How foolish can we be?
Life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful. Beauty often lies in the imperfections like the flower I have kept in a vase on the other day. No matter how beautiful those cut flowers are, they decay. Perhaps in the end, what matters is that, whether we are true to ourselves or not. Therefore, it is always better not to cut our nose off to spite our face.
Guys, lets brighten up our day. We were born to be real, not to be perfect.


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