As the world around you becomes mass-produced into monotony, we ask you to remember this.
Nothing Perfect Ever Rolled Off An Assembly Line
Perfectly symmetrical, yes, and perfectly attractive. But nothing perfect.
Perfect is breathtaking.
Perfect is inimitable.
Perfect comes from staying awake until 2 am deciding whether to tilt a stone one hundredth
of an inch this way or that.
Perfect is not rational.
Perfect is tempestuous.
Perfect hurts.
Your brain doesn't know perfect. Nor your eye. The only part of you that knows perfect is the exquisitely painful way your heart beats in its presence. That part was born knowing perfect.
What will you own that's perfect? What impossibly beautiful thing waits to become yours?
Find it.
Make it yours.
Bring it out.
Because when you do, your perfection will make the world's heart hurt
