Perfection

I really feel sorry for someone trying to create a masterpiece…or wait on one.  Nothing is perfect in this world and waiting for or trying to create perfection in anything often ends in utter frustration and disappointment.  Look hard enough and you can find a flaw in anything. 

So why do we do it?  Why do we demand perfection when we know it is impossible? Even the best gymnast’s 10 are scored on opinion and under a micron microscope a mint condition silver dollar has striking flaws.  So why seek perfection when it really doesn’t exist?

Oh but it does my friend….it certainly and most positively does.  I know this because I have witnessed perfection; I have felt the strength a truly perfect item possesses; a strength born of silent solitude and unwavering confidence. 

I am a bit tired of seeking perfection myself.  I have searched myself, I have searched the living and the dead and I have cried to the Heavens to deliver perfection to an imperfect world.  For it seems that only perfection will satisfy the inquisitive and doubting minds of the masses.

That’s OK: let the masses have their doubts.  For when perfection arrives, when they are faced with the ultimate truth, what will their response be?  That and this is the only judgement needed and opinions do not matter, just the facts mam.

I see the signs, I read the faces, I hear the chatter, I smell death but I also sniff victory.  Strange to me… how people wonder about perfection.  Does it really exist?  I submit to you my friend…does it really matter?  We all have different definitions of perfection.  One guy might think his ’57 Chevy is perfect and another prefers the perfection of his Harley Super Glide.  What matters is that you are satisfied thru and thru and you have satisfied a burning desire inside you that needed the quenching only perfection can provide.  When you have the pedal to the medal in that Chevy or have the wind on your knees on that Harley nothing else matters…at that moment in time…all is perfect.

The sad but good thing about perfection is that once you experience it you realize you may never see it again, but you know what it took to get there and you now have something new to strive for.  It is a feeling that no drug can mimic.  It’s a glimpse of what it is like to personify perfection, for we can never fully attain it.  Born with too many flaws, perfection can only come from above. 

I am a very perceptive man.  I observe all of my surroundings before I make a decision…when given the time.  And lately what I have observed in my own little version of this world is a land of people who long to return to the good ‘ol days of trust and friendship, but are fearful of the sacrifices it may take to realize that dream.  The sad but good thing is that we must realize there will always be those that don’t share in our dream, but we can rest easy that we have the strength of numbers.

Look around this country…really look and you will see the good ‘ol days everywhere.  I make friends everywhere I go and at the same time I have learned over the years to recognize danger.  It is a prayer I had long ago…to show me perfection one time, just one time Lord, not so I can believe… for I believe, but rather to show me what to strive for in my life as I seek this fleeting quest we call perfection.