It seems like everyone always wants something perfect. After giving it a little thought I’ve decided imperfect is better.
I got up in the middle of the night and wandered into the other room. We have several night lights placed around our home. They keep me from bumping into things in the night. They eliminate the perfect darkness for sleeping. In this case, imperfect is better.
Often, when I am shopping, I head to the sale rack to see if there are bargains. Most of the time, there’s not much I need, but on occasion, the opened packages and “one item missing” boxes or bags are exactly what I want. Not perfect for most, but imperfect is perfect for me.
We often get solid blue skies here in the desert. Many people I know describe them as perfect. Not me. I prefer a cloud or two. I prefer something I can look up at and detect a shape or simply appreciate how the little puff of white seems to make the blue even bluer. It’s the imperfection that brings me joy.
Photo flubs may not be the ones you frame and hang on the wall, but the imperfect shots are the ones that tell the story with laughter and silliness. If you stop and think about it, there are many imperfections that make your day better.
As humans, we are not perfect. Each of us has a flaw or two (or many – haha), but it’s those little imperfections that make us perfect for someone else. Those teenage dreams of the perfect guy turn into love when we realize there really is no such thing as perfect. Then we find that special someone and our lives become complete.
There’s a whole world out there just waiting to be explored. Embrace the flubs and errors along the way.
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