Imperfection
There would be no music if high C were the only note,
no art if spectrum red were the only color,
no joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling — and paradoxically,
there would be no perfection without imperfection.
What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don’t have to be perfect.
All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me —
and that is all I have a right to expect of others.
no art if spectrum red were the only color,
no joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling — and paradoxically,
there would be no perfection without imperfection.
What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don’t have to be perfect.
All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me —
and that is all I have a right to expect of others.
- The Best of the Grapevine [Vol. 1], pp.60-61
(Source: lahacienda.com)
