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Perfection is in the eye of the beholder

Is perfect a real thing?

Perfection,
is In the eye of the beholder

We all strive to be perfect in any aspect in life.

What though,

Truly is Perfection?

As what would seem perfect to one,

May be opposite for the other.

Is it just a target we all aim to meet?

Put out there through media and the ones that lead us.

Is pure Perfection something we actually see.

Or what we want it to be?

Take attractive Perfection.

It’s only perfect,

If its what you,

Personally look for.

In my eyes,

My partner is pure perfection.

When in others,

She may not be the Perfection they seek.

So what is Perfection?

An idea we all singly keep.

Set in our minds so deep.

Perfection isn’t real.

Just like there are billions of versions of God worldwide.

Each one,

To each person,

 is divine Perfection in their eyes.

So is perfection plural?

Or just variable?

Either way,

 it’s not quite perfect.

So perfection truly is In the eye of the beholder.

Not just in love and how our hearts smoulder.

But in all walks of life.

Younger or older.

Looking for perfection,

tears whole worlds apart.

Like Putin at the minute,

And Hitler,

Not the first,

But a start.

Both wanting one nation.

Everyone chisled out of their own design.

To what is their perfectionist art.

Though this cannot be,

Unless from their vision,

Clones did or do part.

Perfect then isn’t real.

It’s a fixation of what one believes.

And as ones opinion,

 differs from one and other,

Perfection is neither here,

Nor there.

Anything could be described as perfect.

Like one man’s rubbish,

Is another’s treasure.

Surely we should take it out of the dictionary.

I believe then,

We’d all live better.

No more competition,

No matter the competitor.

There’s always going to be someone that thinks different in life I suppose.

The media doesn’t help,

With all its glitz,

Glamour and clothes.

So many different so called perfections,

Thrown at us in their droves.

No matter half the world goes crazy,

Seeing as perfection,

Has literally limitless modes.

It’s impeccably immaculate,

It’s Exemplary and faultless.

It’s Subliminal and exquisite.

It’s Absolutely flawless.

It’s excellent and superb.

It’s magnificence in its perfectness!

Some of these are achievable,

Some of these are not.

What they all are,

Are all of mankind’s thoughts,

Feelings and memories.

How we like to remember them.

As clear as day.

All of them perfect!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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