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 the moment to take a peek at the gorgeous butterfly and remember how that came into being.
And see the miracles that are found in everyday life.
And if you don't find that butterfly, maybe you should just close your eyes and take a deep breath. Mist that glass and clear the distorted images away.
Because everything can be perfect if you only let it be.