Perfect is an illusion.

The closest we come to perfect might be a moment. Ephemeral. Gone before we realise it was so.

‘Perfect’.

As the word tumbles from your mouth the time is passed. Already begun to decay. A memory rather than a reality. The bubble burst.

Yet, this is nothing to bemoan. Rather, it is for to realise perfect is never behind us and always ahead.

Strive for the unobtainable. Aim ahead.