Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself

Due to my complete lack of friends, and the fact that the friends I keep do, in fact, happen to have lives, I've spent the last two nights inside watching movies and reading. Upon finishing my most recent book, Identical by Ellen Hopkins, I came upon an excerpt of her upcoming book, Perfect. While reading the several page teaser, I couldn't stop thinking about the first page. As my eyes continued to read on, my mind still stayed focused on the beginning lines of the awaited novel. It spoke of perfection and questioned why we try to reach something undefinable and therefore unattainable. I have tried to describe this path of pondering in my own words before but could never quite get it right. I couldn't quite bring it to light in a way that other people could relate to and understand. That's why I was completely amazed after reading this single passage. It said everything I've ever thought about perfection, only better.

It read:

"How
do you define a word without
concrete meaning? To each
his own, the saying goes, so
why
push to attain an ideal
state of being that no two
random people will agree is
where
you want to be? Faultless.
Finished. Incomparable. People
can never be these, and anyway,
when
did creating a flawless facade
become a more vital goal
than learning to love the person
who
lives inside your skin?
The outside belongs to others.
Only you should decide for you -
what
is perfect."

Ironically enough, that excerpt perfected my entire, life-long thought process on perfection. Figures.