Perfect

Sometimes I see the world, And maybe my life as a trial to try to become perfect. This creates unsatisfying feelings within. See, nothing is perfect, Nor ever will be. All the wrong things in this life, Only leave room for growth and, The realization of never being too old to change for the better. I can strive for perfection, But it only leaves disappointment, And unhappy smiles. Always waiting for it to get better. Feeling the injustice of everyday life. Be happy with what you have been blessed to receive. Life is too short to settle, Or to think it could be perfect. What is perfect, is trying not to be perfect. And there is a calm realizing relaxation in that.