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Bordering on sheer lunacy is the concept of perfection. It only takes one look to see upon casual inspection that nothing here on this mortal plane comes close to this conception. Give no credence to this fallacy; take time for introspection. When searching the depths of your soul, give special examination to the way you believe you measure up in your own estimation. Then let your conventional wisdom go and change your destination; for if perfection be your goal, you will only find frustration. In the passing of your daily life, you’ll miss without exception, the beauty found in things so flawed they appear beyond redemption; if all you seek is that unspoiled realm where all runs in precision. Life cannot sustain your narrow view and such constant derision. Lay down that stick that you measure by and let go your pretension take a look at life less filled with strife and find alleviation from the disease that afflicts your soul and brings such aggravation: the fear that in not being perfect, others will find you less whole. Copyright © 2006 by Karen M. Crump
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