In the midst of all the perfection around, I find myself
wondering why is it that I’m not perfect ?
Why is it that my alarm rings in the morning and I don’t
hear it the first time, or second time or nth time ?
Why is it that I constantly trick myself into trying to book
a Tatkal ticket online and fail at it, when I can book it earlier ?
Why do I rush through the pages when reading a book, and not
wait patiently for the end of it ? Why am I so curious ?
Why do I wish to explore so much?
Why do I love eating Idlis today and not like eating them
tomorrow ?
Why do I have the courage to try out Greek cuisine or watch
a movie alone and enjoy it?
Why do I love listening to the same song and imagine its
being sung for me?
Why do I find jewellery ads boring?
Why is my phone always low on charge and threatens to switch
off every time I need it the most ?
Why does my hair fly so much when I’m traveling?
Why do I never find what I need in my bag, when I'm sure it is in there?
Why are there so many whys in my life ?
Perfect is boring maybe. Perfect is constant. It is "no change". It is stagnant.
Thank God I’m not perfect.
Sincerely,
The non-perfectionist
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