On being truly human.

I like being imperfect. Because that gives me something to do. Going on searches. For perfection. Knowing that I’ll never find it. Or achieve it. Partly because I’ll never know how to define perfection. It’s too elusive. A good thing, perhaps. Makes me wonder. That to be perfect, one must become other/less than human. That’s the secret. We humans must learn to accept our imperfections.  Because that’s what makes us truly human. –Jim Broede