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“…a metaphor for best?”

Thursday, 2008 June 12 11:26 PM MDT — Arvada, Colorado UNITED STATES

Perfection is a ferocious, cruel, savage monster. Perfection has a certain method of taunting us. She's like a mirage in the desert enticing us to soften ourselves in her warm comfort. A mirage is crafted to be the supreme illusion. What good is it if it isn't real? Perfection could be described as everything that a person could ever want and more. However, she's better described as everything that a person will never have, never get and doesn't really deserve anyway. Perfection is like a perfectly-fitting, comfortable winter-weather glove in the middle of summer. Perfection is an adorable sun-dress on an adorable woman in the middle of winter. Perfection is a bottle of Jack Daniel's in a dry county. Perfection is an honest politician who doesn't have a chance of getting elected. Perfection is the most expensive, top-of-the-line game console with the game of the century during a power outage. Perfection is your best dreams. Dreams are seldom real. Perfection is being absolutely, flawlessly fluent in French when everyone else in the room speaks Italian. Perfection is listening to “Free Bird” on the radio only to have the DJ cut the song right before the solo. Perfection is a seven-year-old coming down with a sickness at Disney World. Perfection is free mushrooms and broccoli. Perfection is the perfect-looking pair of shoes that are three sizes too small. Perfection is your best friend marrying the woman of your dreams. Perfection is an empty can of Coca-Cola. Perfection is the new toy that you get for Christmas that the neighbour breaks before you even get the chance to play with it. Perfection is downloading the best film in the world only to find out that it's only the audio. Perfection is the exciting, climactic book that you have to read for class only to have the professor spoil the ending for you. Perfection is a digital camera whose batteries die before taking a beautiful photograph. Perfection is a dead, rich grandmother. Perfection is the name that you wish your parents named you. Perfection is hope: hope that one day, things will be better. That's not a bad thing to hope for, but, when it doesn't happen, hope is worthless.

Quote to ponder: “Were I to await perfection, my book would never be finished.” — Chinese proverb

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