Perfection in the Imperfection
Rolling through the mountains by car as the sun begins to set, my hair’s blown backwards as I peer out of the window. The music plays loudly with the words repeated by my four friends. The sun paints the mountains a wonderful combination of deep orange and yellow, I close my eyes. I think to myself, “there is no such thing as perfect moment. Some small detail is always out of place: Tiredness, worry, or busyness fogs almost every experience. I have to decide, right now, to find perfection in the imperfection.”
Even if I have a task I forgot to complete yesterday.
Even if there is tension in a relationship that bugging me.
Even if I haven’t worked out in a week
…can I still find a perfect moment? I believe the answer is yes. There is always something that could be improved or removed, but just for a second, let it be, let it go.
