Why do we relentlessly pursue perfection?
Why do we have to be best?
Why aren’t we happy to have texture in our lives?
Without imperfections, we would never know true perfection when we see it. Without imperfections, we would all be exactly the same. Without imperfections, there would be nothing to search for and nothing to find. Without imperfections, nothing would be beautiful.
“Perfectionism is slow death.” — Hugh Prather
“Nothing that is complete breathes.” — Antonio Porchia
“Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.” — Confucius
“Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.” — William Shakespeare
“He that would have a perfect brother must resign himself to remain brotherless.” — Italian proverb