The Death of Perfection: The performance that only takes place in dreams

It was all a dream that I finally woke up from. The aim to obtain perfection was dreadful. I’m not sure if I was presumptuous or apprehensive. Let’s go with the latter due to my brittle ego.

Oprah isn’t the only one who has aha moments. Aha!

My aha moment was the day that I did everything perfectly as far as my eyes could see. I said the right words to a friend, wrote an impeccable article about friendships, cooked a delicious meal for the cookout, and purchased a delightful dress. On this particular day, I received so many heartfelt compliments. Perfect day? When I landed home, I was void of energy.

The gift I achieved was perfection is non-existence and only shows up in our dreams.