Perfection is an illusion
That everyone wants to attain.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow;
That elusive four leaved clover.
If perfection is physical beauty,
If it is material wealth or social success,
Then it is indeed an illusion
The dream you’re always chasing.
For beauty can fade with age or illness,
Material wealth can be squandered,
A scandal splashed across the tabloids
Can bring social status crashing down.
Then what is real and tangible?
What is lasting and meaningful?
A state of contentment,
Appreciation of the moment !
Not having what you want,
But wanting what you have !