Flawed Perfection

We strive for an idealized world;
A life with no flaws;
A life with a perfect future.
It’s what we are told to achieve:
Perfection.
But what is a perfect life?
What does that mean?
Does it mean we are rich;
When riches isolate,
Like the lone black sheep?
Does it mean we are happy;
When happiness comes and goes,
Like the endless waves on the seashore?
Does it me we love with all our hearts;
When love can be considered nothing but flawed itself?
Life isn’t perfection.
Life is flawed,
But it is still life.
It is the what we have been given,
And it is perfect.
A flawed perfection.