I'm a perfectionist.
I'll erase and restart until it's
Perfect.
You'll coat your face until it's
Perfect.
But what is
Perfect?
I read a biblical story
made for children around Halloween.
It was called
The
       Perfect
                   Pumpkin.
It was about how nobody's
Perfect,
but once we die and go to heaven,
God will make us
Perfect.
Inside,
and out.
I was taken aback by these words.
This was supposed to be my religion,
and yet it went against everything I stood for,
and yet it felt like they were disguising an ugly nightmare
with a happily ever after fantasy.
So, I wonder,
what is God's version of
Perfect?
Is he the one who installed this illusion,
this insecurity,
in our brains?
Now, I'm not saying that God isn't real,
nor heaven or hell.
But I would rather burn
in the fiery pits of hell
for standing for what I believe in,
than be rewarded in heaven
for compromising to corrupt ideals of
Perfection.