Often I have heard people say,
"I wish I had the perfect life."
" Man how hard is it to get the prefect girl/guy"
"Why can't my life be perfect like theirs'?"
This lead to me thinking about the word perfect and how do we know that something or someone is perfect?
So what exactly is perfect... isn't all of this just one big preconception.... Is there really something as the perfect guy? the perfect home? the perfect life??
From all that I have seen (which although isn't much, is most definitely pretty darn impressive), what I have understood is that nothing can really be perfect.... but it still is...
Ok... now that I put that down it doesn't seem as insightful as it did in my head...
May this would clear things up...
When my brother was young he had this blanket, without which he would never sleep. No matter where we went his little blanket would always be with him. And you should have seen this blanket. It wasn't a pretty blanket or even a comfortable one. It was some piece of cloth my mum had bought, a really long time ago. It was incredibly worn out and has these enormous holes. It would barely keep my brother warm but for him it was the Perfect Blanket.
So what I am trying to say is that Nothing is really perfect unless you want it to be and no matter how horrible it might seem to others, we all have our worn out blankets that is just perfect for us.
