imperfections

life is full of imperfections.They say our imperfections make us human.All our lives we keep striving to hit the right notes, work to remove these anomalies.The problem though lies in the fact that no one has actually seen the perfect. Perfect is just a phantom . A creation of our mind.A fixation on something so abstract that any attempt to describe usually ends up as pointless verbiage, literary garbage

Yet we all pretend , pretend to be the perfect son,brother,mother,lover and any other role thrust upon us as a duty, though personally i perceive it as a dogma.We all our covered with stigmata symbolizing the fact that we continue to breathe our lives.

Its only natural then that when cracks appear in this little world of ours we feel scared.All our secret fears come out and there we lay bare our soul without the veils of our million masquerades.

Yet at other times we see our inability to create that perfect little world of ours as a failure. When the truth is there is no perfect.

Frankly dear, life's a bit overrated.