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Perfection


We keep trying endlessly to live a life that is perfect per our common societal norms. We have never really checked or ensured what does perfect mean?  Could it be just a state of mind or is it verdict based on functional processing or a way to alleviate our ego of completing tasks to perfection?
I pass by each tree while on a walk and see no imperfection. I look at birds, squirrels, frogs, dogs, and flowers and they look complete even with deficiencies. Why do my eyes look for deficiency in humans? Why do I become so judgemental?
Conceivably it's the transparency that nature offers us, there's nothing to hide for plants and mammals but with us, humans hiding and lying to oneself has given rise to our delusion of a perfect life.

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