Have you ever looked at a train track and thought that the sweeping curves and seemingly endless sections of straight lines are precise and almost perfect?
They are beautiful and elegant in many ways, yet beneath the obvious there are imperfections that may or may not affect the functionality. Sort of like people?
We don’t have to be perfect, and in fact it’s highly improbable that we are not perfect.
There is nothing wrong with that, and I’m quite okay with not being perfect…