Perfect

What is perfection?

Is it .....

a white blank sheet of paper?
meticulously cut hair which never falls out of line?
a day where everything runs exactly on command whenever you wish according to whatever you want?
a perfectly baked cake, so nicely decorated that nobody dares to have a piece of it?
a face make'd'-up so flawless that it shines like stainless steel?
the latest gadget on the market, in your pocket now?

or....
a yellowish stained sheet of lined paper, with your memories scribbled on it?
semi-messy hair after running on the beach and rolling in the sand?
a public holiday where you sleep through until noon, and out of nowhere get surprised by your boyfriend who is suddenly standing in front of your house to say 'good morning'?
a failed pie, tasting somewhat weird that although your parents try to savour it, your little brother just can't help it and bursts out into laughter?
a few freckles around the cheekbone, which accentuates a beautiful smile?
a call from your best friend, on your cell which looks like you bought it from a flea market?

judge for yourself!

perfection is...
when this and that doesn't bother you
when you feel it is the best to you, regardless of what the world thinks
when it just captivates you
when you can easily say 'it's perfect', without needing to further consider the reasoning
when this or this is just in a different league, incomparable to what's out there on the market
when you can sense the sweetness so clearly
when you don't longer wish that it were more 'like this', 'than that', etc.

when the imperfect items come together so perfectly at the right time, amount, and way, that it becomes perfect.
:D