Perfection… what is it? So many strive for it, but does anyone really know what it is? Personally, I can’t decide… I’ve found two things that embody perfection, two things that are perfect. Yet they’re so different… and still they lend me no aid in defining perfection.

The first… The first is as white as snow, and it shines… it shines like diamonds do when stricken by the sun’s rays. This thing, it’s wonderful, it is the embodiment of joy and wonder, awe and amazement. It is everything good in this world. It is always happy, it cannot be forgotten. Even though it is common, and almost always seen if one looks around, we never tire of it. We are drawn to it - at least most of us are - for through it cheer and bliss are spread throughout the world.

The second… The second is without colour, but it reflects a perfect rainbow even though it will never know colour. It shimmers with emotions, with fear, with guilt, with regret, with sorrow, with sadness. It is the beginning of hope, but it is without hope. With it despair can be spread through the world’s people, it is the reason for which many people lose themselves, for it is hard to banish once it is found. It is rarely seen, for it is normally hidden from others, it is not something for which anyone is proud. And still we are left admiring it for it is the perfect embodiment of our most hidden selves – it is both beautiful and bold, it is both sad and at peace.

I still do not know the definition of perfection… I do not know if either of these things is truly perfect, though they seem it…

What is perfection? What is it to you?

*hugs*