Perfection

There is a tendency for me to try and make everything perfect.

I know there are cultures that feel that is competing with God or Nature and while I don't actually subscribe to the idea that God (or Nature) are jealous entities, I do believe perfection is not truly attainable.

Or maybe it is . . .

Maybe perfection is something real, not some obsessive compulsive thing that people have tried to remake it into.

Maybe perfection is the universe's constant re-balancing, Shiva's dance of destruction to make way for the new moment, a constant editing of something alive and growing.

For me it is savoring the richness of life as I learn to let go of old ideas, learning what really fills me up, making adjustments to fit a body slowly losing its physical form.

Perfection is making the most of what is, not dreaming of what it was, or could be. It leaves room for everyone to be who and what they are . . .

Perfectly themselves.