Perfection

A poem about my beliefs on perfection

Perfection
That is what we all seek
A perfect soulmate
A perfect life

But when I think about
The pursuit of perfection
One word comes to mind
Impossible

One who seeks perfection
Will always find something wrong
They may want to correct it
But is it really a flaw?

Or is it something in their personality
That all but one seems to like
That most people can live with
And think to themselves, "that’s all right.”

So maybe we set our standards
A little lower than we think
If all we seek is perfection
What we may really find is naught