June 13, 2005

• A wise man told me that
  insects are perfect.  I said insects are
  disgusting.    He said they're perfect.  They do what
  they're supposed to do without fail.  He said they're
  perfect.   I slept on it.  He's right.  They're
  perfect, but I was right too.  They're disgusting.  I thought
  about the movie a bugs life.  I realized they're perfect. 
  Expect for that one bug.  That bug that saved the colony.  He
  was the one who was imperfect.  He was the one who acted like a
  human.  He was our hero.  Thinking about perfection in this
  way made me re-evaluate perfection.  Maybe it's not all it's
  cracked up to be.  I also read a kids book "Be a perfect person in
  just 3 days."  It was an cute story about a little boy who wanted
  to be perfect and found a book in the library which taught him how to
  do so.  *Here's the part where I spoil the story, so if you intend
  on reading it stop reading this entry.*  The boy finds perfection
  to be nothing more than people sitting in a white room perfectly still
  sipping on weak tea.  He decides being perfect is not all it's
  cracked up to be.  I think the moral of the story is, being
  perfect maybe isn't good.  Maybe we're supposed to be
  flawed.  At the same time, perfection is/has been an ultimate
  goal.  Actually just outside of perfection would be good.  I
  don't mind be a little messy.  I don't mind being a little
  slow.  I don't mind being not so athletic.  I don't mind
  being a little not perfect.  But while perfect is always the
  unachievable goal, there is always something to strive for. 
  

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