Nobody’s Perfect
Nobody's perfect. These simple words are doing cartwheels in my head at the moment. The gym is empty now, the music is off, the last drop of sweat has bleached the concrete for the day, and here I sit; with nothing but these two words and the low dull humming of the refrigerator dancing in my head. They’re meant to put people at peace, to tell them not to be so hard on themselves, that it's absolutely impossible to reach perfection. Yet here I sit, contemplating, trying to figure out why those two words, so simple, so elegant, just don't quite