Perfect doesn’t exist. (Except in baseball.)

I’ve never been able to fully understand why some people chase after perfection as much as they do.  If it’s not the perfect job, it’s the perfect car, and if it’s not the perfect car, it’s the perfect house/apartment, and if it’s not the perfect house/apartment, it’s the perfect man/woman.  You’re never going to find “perfect,” because “perfect” doesn’t exist.  If perfect existed, the word perfect itself would not be necessary, as perfect describes something that is not imperfect — if imperfection doesn’t exist, there doesn’t need to be a word to describe its opposite.  I hope that last bit makes sense to you, because it made sense in my head just now.

I feel like people miss out on the real joys of life constantly trying to find something that just isn’t there.  While you’re trying to find the perfect man, Mr. Right is the guy that lives across from you and is too shy to say hello.  While you’re trying to find the perfect job, a good paying position opens up 10 minutes from your house.  While you’re trying to find the perfect house, an affordable rental becomes available in a good school district.  Life is too short to not live it.  I don’t chase after perfection because I’m never going to find it, and I don’t need more reasons to be depressed or upset about the state of my life — I’m not in a position to turn down a good paying job or a nice guy or whatever else just because they don’t tick every single box.  Sometimes you have to learn to appreciate what you have, not what you wish you had.

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