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If I would choose between perfection and imperfection, I would gladly choose the latter. Perfection seems amazing, beautiful and everything that we hope for, yet to be perfect means unhappiness in a situation where time flows, such as life, because one of its elements is static constancy. What is the point of living another day when nothing about you can grow or change anymore, because you are already perfect? The more imperfect you are, the more you are destined for development, for change, for growth, for life."
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this entered my head one hot day, maybe it was so hot then, and i fully agree with it
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