Today I will not demand that my life be perfect in order for me to love it nor will I demand that all of my relationships be perfect for me to value and respect them. If I try to make my life and relationships perfect, I will be constantly engaged in a neurotic battle with my transitory illusion of perfection.
There is no such thing as an ideal and to insist that life be ideal is to miss the forest for the trees. I will not condemn myself to the constant feeling that I have drawn the short straw because perfection is in the eyes of the beholder—it is subjective. I will not ask the moment to be more than the moment—I will not be conditional in my love.
I see perfection in things as they are.
A good garden may have some weeds.
Thomas Fuller