I believe in perfection.
In perfection not being a thornless rose.
In perfection as something that is personal, different for any of us.
I believe in perfectless perfection.
I believe in wrinkles and struggles, refining the aperfect perfection.
I believe in the perfection of walking a path in which we believe,
in perfection taking a road that’s not always the straight one.

I believe perfection is overrated, but dedication is not.
I believe perfection kills the mind while passion ignites.

I believe the rain, wind storms and time
might smear the “perfect” letters we write,
but it in the end,
they will only turn them into a masterpiece.

Something unique.
Something unrepeatable
Something perfect, as it was meant to be.