No prize awaits the perfect line,
No end to chasing stars that shine.
Yet life, in whispers soft and sweet,
Is perfect where its flaws compete.
A jagged edge, a broken song,
The fleeting days both short and long.
A tender laugh, a bitter tear,
The dance of hope, the brush of fear.
Each crack upon the earth’s old face,
Each shadow in the moon’s embrace,
Reminds us there’s no need to mend
The truths that shape us in the end.
For in the chaos, beauty grows,
In every loss, a seedling sows.
Life’s perfection, wild and free,
Is simply this: to let it be.
"The Perfection of Life" reflects on the beauty of life's imperfections. It reminds us that perfection is not found in flawlessness but in the harmony of opposites—the joy and sorrow, growth and decay, and all the moments in between. Life’s true perfection lies in its unpredictability and its raw, unfiltered reality.
