Embracing the imperfect. That it is the goal. I think perfectionism is not only unattainable it is undesirable. Who wants to stare at a perfect circle? Boorrring... But if you saw a Japanese caligraphy painting of one stroke making a circle....oooohhh...I see the infinite. I see life. This somewhat first grade example of what I mean might suffice. Inspired by this idea/ideal, I wrote a song about human imperfection, imperfect love...but in so doing, it becomes perfect in a fucked up way.
I am off to caffeinate and then libate upon distilled drinks, preferring my body/brain to have stimulants and depressants running through my veins.