Beautiful Imperfections

Perfect is the end. Beauty lies in imperfections. The little some imcomplete things. They give us something to do, something to talk about, something to keep going on.

Wild flowers.

Messy bedroom.

Murky sky.

Jumbled wires.

Even the nature appreciates imperfections. Trees grow directionless and not all fruits aren't ripe.

Even the moon isn't perfect, the sun isn't the largest and the stars aren't even.

This was how it was made. That's how we were made. With asymmetric structures and jumbled emotions.

Sometimes I add humor to my imagination that think all humans are born with a slight condition of OCD. It grows in some, in some it doesn't. But we all have it, running towards perfection as we are.