Perfection

I suppose everyone has an ideal they carry around.  Something they imagine as near perfection, or nirvana, or heaven, or the ultimate way.

Mine is of a love that is so magnanimous, so unconditional, so huge and overflowing that even the ocean is small in comparison.  Such a love would end injustice wherever it was.  There would be no need for jealousy because that kind of love would understand all, be all, forgive all -- love all.

I’m so far from that kind of perfection it isn’t even funny.

And the one I experience it with is not perfect either, but he comes about as close as anyone walking this earth can. 

Absolute compassion.  Deep consideration.  Passionately dedicated to those things he believes in.  Always ready to listen and hear with an open mind.  Empathetic and understanding of all those fear based bad behaviors the rest of us seem to still have.  He would be the last to see himself as this person.

He is my teacher, my role model, my friend and I feel so blessed.