We are living
in an imperfect world,
yet we still seek perfection.
Why?
Why do we do this,
when we know we will never find it?
For the same reason we do anything that’s useless.
We do it,
not for the end result,
but for the process of getting there.
Will we ever achieve perfect love, truth, justice, beauty,or unity?
No,
but that doesn’t keep us from trying.
If the world was perfect,
what cause would there be worth fighting for?
That,
is the perfection of imperfection.
We always chase it,
but it’s always just out of reach.
If we find it,
what,
would we do with it?