Perfection

My mum makes me mash my mini m'n'm's on a Monday morning.

Tongue twisters!

How strange.

She sells sea shells by the sea shore. Red leather yellow leather.

Anywho, so today I was thinking in the spare time I have during the day about perfection.
What makes someone perfect?
Is it an individual thing?
Is it true that there is one person perfect for one another?

I think so.

But what is it that makes perfection?

Is perfection made up of all the imperfections of a person that are so different from everyone else that come together to make a person so interesting and loveable that nothing else describes them better then perfection?

Or is perfection the way someone smiles?
The ideas in their heads, the way they do something that makes you smile so big you feel like the muscles in your cheeks are exploding.

Perfection is just another word.

There is no absolute perfection.

However,

Perfection can be percieved as many ways as possible.

For as many people imagineable.

Perfection can mean love, because if you love someone truely you love them for all their faults and goodness,
So does that mean that if you love someone then they are perfect to you?
Or even then there is no perfection?

Is perfection non reachable? Something that is so far off in the distance we make our own terms so we can feel like there is some sort of stability?

Let's face it.

Perfection is stupid.

What we can settle for is a person that makes you feel like you ARE perfect, a someone that makes you smile, makes you feel like you ARE you and that's all they need, a person that means everything to you. A person that is either, someone you love, or a bestfriend, or family.

Because that, my friends,

Is something that is worth everything.

It's not something that is so unatainable as perfection.



It's something better.