what if i say, bring me a nice chilly afternoon, a mild rain, a nice book to read and a cup of warm, not-too-sweet earl grey tea served on a coffee table and a seat facing the window, and i would just get a perfection. you may oppose to this, saying 'you missed a person beside you with whom you could talk about everything', or 'no, a warmer afternoon with a bright sky will do better'. well then that would be your perfection. you may disagree to however i may describe perfection as, but you cannot change my mind about that being perfect in my eyes.

as you read my words you may have got the idea of how things can be perfect however imperfect it can be. a morning can be perfect even with wrinkles on your bed sheet. an afternoon can be perfect even with sweats on your skin. an evening can be perfect even slight shivers on your body. those imperfections just add up to the perfection. they complete the whole idea of perfection.

so, what is perfection? that, my friends, is really up to you. what you want to see as a perfection, is a perfection. once you accept all the things people say as imperfections, you'll have that perfection, stands after your very eyes. and that perfection is for you alone, that very astonishing and fascinating beauty is just for you alone, as you're the only one who choose to see the beauty. you let yourself see the beauty.