Perfection is not a standard or an ideal, not something we can reach out and grasp. It is a jewel inside us, deeply hidden, whose light shows itself only when the energy needed to avoid it is spent.
When this happens – when the world fails us and when we fail ourselves, when exhaustion and disillusion lead us to question everything we thought we knew – then, if we are lucky, we may just fall more fully into ourselves.
There is nothing we can know that we don’t already know, nothing we can be that we are not. This kind of perfection is happening all the time, right under our noses. If we could recognise it for what it is, there is no doubt we would see our light more clearly than ever before.