Tuesday's Mental Musings

I am not perfect. I am far from it and I have no desire to be perfect.  It is our imperfections, our individuality, our flaws that make us who we are. And in the beauty of those imperfections this life manifest.  I suspect that it is only when we leave this flesh, allow this life to rest and return to the original source that for the briefest period are we perfect and then just when we are able to glance just a glimmer of absolute we return to this beautiful thing called life.