Not perfect with this body.

A body writhes in physical pain and loss of abilities most of the time.

A mind dealing mental anguish from time to time. Constantly fatigued.

The GPS of a brain recalculating its route often.

Not perfect in life all the time.

Making mistakes. Being and living as a human being.

Yet, some look for more and more. Never enough and not to their standards.

Not perfect.

Quite frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever will be.

To hell with perfect expectations.

Because that will never be me.