We strive for ‘the perfect life’. We give the best that we can in pursuit of that picture perfect, flawless life. We believe that it is out there, somewhere. Some sort of ‘nirvana’. Well, of course the perfect life may not be as great as heaven, but it is great enough to get us through day by day till we get old and die without without any agony. Basically, it is a life where we are happy with everything that life has to offer.
Ironically, if it is ‘the perfect life’, why doesn’t everybody share the same utopia? Everybody have their own very idea on what perfect is all about. Mother may not share it with her children, husbands don’t always share it with their wives, friends so often are not of the same opinion about it.
If it is truly perfect, how is it possible that others can find the flaws in another’s? After all, it is supposedly to be perfect. Flawless. Complete.
I guess, perfect may not be so perfect after all.
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