it used to be
when we were little
that we would strive for perfection
everything could and would be perfect
the fairy tale endings always came true
then
one day
something wasn't perfect
something in our lives was messed up
and for the first time
we didnt know what to do
so someone told us
practice makes perfect
so we practiced
over
and
over
trying as hard as we could to reach that perfection
to have a perfect life
then someone told us
no one is perfect
so we stopped
why bother?
and we let go of expecting perfection
we hold on to the rare perfect moments
and are okay with reaching mediocure life
we are okay with pain
because nothing is perfect anymore
and
thats
not
fair
but as someone once said
lifes not fair
