Perfect.

When The Universe and everything else was made, there was one thing that kept it all intact. Im-perfection.

From the beginning of time itself, there has been nothing perfect. Nothing with no faults or no glitches or no errors in it. That’s the way things were and are meant to be. There is no perfect person, no perfect animal, no perfect mountain, no perfect beach, no perfect star and no perfect galaxy. Nothing is perfect. Nothing but the universe itself. The universe constituting of a myriad of imperfections is perfect and whole in itself. For if everything was the way it was meant to be, there would be no point of creation.

This might seem weird, but if something was faultless, glitch-less, error less (so on n so forth) then that thing would be imperfect. It’s perfection would make it im-perfect. It would make it the most imperfect thing ever. Nothing is meant to be perfect. And if something in not meant to be, then it is not perfect…so our perfect thing would become imperfect.

It is these imperfections that make life so wonderful. A misty morning. A surprise rainfall. Or on another note, a relationship that was meant to be, ending. And then getting back together. These imperfections are the running force behind every happiness,every sadness and everything else there is.