“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.” ― Richard Bach, Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Perfection doesn't have limits. If we could only remember that when it mattered. It's about being there. Skin in the game, living in the moment, ALL IN. Perfection.
No, not perfect. Rarely is anything perfect. Perfection is different than being perfect. Honey, you ain't Jesus: you ain't fooling nobody. You won't be perfect, but you can find perfection.
There's always some dust in the corners of every relationship, something hiding under the bed that everyone ignores like it never happened, or won't happen again. Raised voices or fists, a drunken night with a stranger, the whispered phone call that felt like betrayal. Hell, even just leaving dirty socks every. damn. day. or sloppy housekeeping, we all have our pressure points. We give, we take, we give some more. Funny, both partners think they give the most, eh?
We set limits on what we can accept: the last straws, one more time and we're out of here. And with those limits, we bind ourselves. But do we really keep with our pledge? Do we walk away so freely? Do we give up when we've reached that point of no return? No, not usually. And by that, we release the limitations, and continue our search for.... perfection.
It's never too little. It's never too much. It's righter that we want to admit. Right enough to keep us seeking that perfection. I'd even wager we set new limits because we are unwilling to admit things are closer to that perfection than we can admit. Which means WE have to be perfect. So back to my earlier point: perfection is different than being perfect. Something can reach perfection without those involved being perfect.
Everyone just has to understand that from the beginning. Then those limitations/expectations aren't so hard to grasp.
XXOO
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