helloimmikee asked: The truth of the matter is realizing that it is our constant pursuit for perfection that defines us. We are eternally imperfect, from our knowledge, our bodies, our ideas, our hearts. Flaws are everywhere. Everything that we do is part of a never-ending journey to find perfection. Though, I'd like to think that it doesn't really exist. Because, I think that it's our imperfections that make us so beautiful. I'm running out of space...but, case in short: you're right. Yes, to all of the above. :]
haha :-) i think perfection exists, but it is very difficult to achieve. I don’t know. it can exist in the mind?! ahhhh
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