Why do we have to be perfect? What is this definition of perfection?
Was Mozart a perfectionist? How perfect was Van Gogh?
The perfection evangelists are new-age sophists. Who decides the epitome of perfection? Some czar or uber god, seeking for I am right status?
As long as we are true to ourselves, I don’t see the point of running after perfection.
These perfectionists would have found many faults in Monalisa smile. Leonardo da Vinci would have died making those edits seeking perfection.
I have made peace with my imperfection. It keeps checking on my insanity.