Perfection

I've been pondering the concept of perfection, or attempting to achieve perfection. My daughter is very fond of saying that there's no such thing as perfection, but I'm not so sure I agree. I think we can find perfection in moments or in pieces of art or in feelings, and even if they're not long-lasting they were still perfect.

[LiveJournal is not behaving perfectly today, I've noticed.]

I don't think that I can be perfect with the things I do or try to do. I can't be the perfect parent or the perfect writer or the perfect role-player or the perfect diarist. I can have a perfectly unblemished record (if you count posting every single day as something worthwhile) but I can't be perfect myself.

It's all just random musings because I was up way too late last night and I'm tired. But I'm about to go to work, if I can motivate myself to get off my butt and drive. I've got pleny of lag time, so I'm not in a big hurry.

Perfectly unhurried.