Of all things craved by ordinary people, most people tend to give "being perfect" a miss. Why don't we be rich? Why not if we can have unlimited wealth? Success? Love?
Life seems to be not as easy as it looks. In the past, I wish I can be perfect. However as of now, I am happy with who I am, it's just that finally there's no such thing as a perfect man. Of course, without a doubt that if a person is perfect, life would be much easier.
But if I can have a day of perfection now, I hope to wake up on a peaceful Sunday spring with cold but just-nice wind gushing through the curtains. White curtains. And the morning roses. And also the freshly mown grass. Nice.
Breakfast? Maybe instead of jam and bread. Can I have it Malaysian style? I really wish to have briyani rice. Not too much, just a little will do. Then, when the morning sun rises and the birds start singing.. my day of perfection begins..
"Mistaking
Always second guessing
Underestimating
Look I’m still around
Pretty, pretty please
Dont you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing
You’re perfect to me.."
by Pink - Perfect (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)
Though we're all not perfect, it's seriously better to be contented and see our imperfections as our perfections. Nevertheless, I'm still looking for some special things inside of me and I hope there's something great about each and every individual.
