the two faces of perfect

Perfect is to my mind a perfect word.  As adjective, it is simply perfect.  As verb, it contains the challenge of always believing one should strive to better oneself and one’s environment throughout the journey that is life.

The adjective is complacent, self-congratulatory, and utterly unambitious.  The verb, meanwhile, is a term of driven dynamic: never satisfied entirely with things as they are, and yet simultaneously kindly enough its baggage to accept that virtue always lies in the attempt to be perfect – not in the goal of becoming so.

You can see I love this word to bits. I love its two faces, its two meanings of opposing sense, and the fact that in changing a mere emphasis we change a world.

A little like my life, actually.  Yes.  A little like my life, indeed.

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