Monday, August 20, 2012

The pursuit of perfection.

As long as I can remember, there has been this need for perfection.

Sometimes this is a need in me, and at other times, more often than I like, it is how others would like me to be.

Perfection in an image, in perception, in love.

Perfect mothers, perfect friends, children, spouses .

Perfection even in expectations.

That's when things begin to distort themselves.

And things fail, one after the other.

Perhaps that's when I need to look at the gorgeous butterfly and remember how that came out to be.

And see the miracles that is found in everyday life.

And if i don't find that butterfly, maybe I should just close my eyes and take a deep breath. Mist that glass and clear the distorted images away.

and smile.

Because everything can be perfect if you only let it be.

Wondering what brought that on? I'm clueless too.  I found this in my drafts, ignored and neglected. Since my unfinished posts may soon outnumber the published ones, so here goes that finger on the 'publish' button :)