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Perfection.

  • Writer: Sam John
    Sam John
  • Sep 25
  • 1 min read

Perfect.


I wonder if there truly is something on this earth that can be that perfect thing.

Be the thing that saves us.

Satisfies us.

Gives us purpose.

We chase it endlessly.

With projects. Wants. Needs. Demands.

But what if perfection is founded in an act of perception.


I saw the crinkles by her eyes… perfection.

The quiet whispers of the new morning… perfection.

Hope in the midst of grief… perfection.


A life lived free of the need to prove our perfection to anyone else…

Perfect.

 
 
 

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