What a funny thought that anyone can be imperfect when indeed they are. Our uniqueness comes from that that distinguishes us from the perfect straight line. Bend a little. You might see something differently when you do.
Imperfection is I’m perfection.
With all my quirkiness and sometimes not niceness, my goodness and my forgetfulness, my smartassness and my love for all, and there is more… creates the recipe for the life that I am living and the more I bend to see myself, accept and love myself, the more I deeply respect the perfection of every other living soul on this planet – however this is a work in progress!
At any given point in time, in this very moment, as we breath life into our body, this very given moment is a gift and cannot but be perfect.