There's good in this world. And there's bad — maybe even evil. But perfection? It's not what they sold you. Perfection is everything in its rawest state — broken. And that's what makes it beautiful.
Beauty was never objective. It lives in the eye of the beholder. So does choice. Every choice is perfect — not because it's right, but because it's yours. There's no flawless way to decide. There's only the decision made, stood behind, owned. That's where the truth shows.
Because when you accept whatever choice was necessary as perfect — the cracks appear. The brokenness. The flaws that make us human. The flaws that make us one.
Even God — too perfect to reach, too whole to relate to — becomes human when you look at Him through flaws. That's the difference. That's how He connects us to each other. Not through perfection. Through the broken places we all carry.
Flaws aren't failures. They're the bridge.