I am not a perfectionist, I just don’t like to make mistakes

There was a really cool picture submission for the Embracing Our differences poster competition, it was a garden with smooth green grass and daisies all around. There was a short picket fence in the center that was in the shape of a circle and took up about a quarter of the grassy area. A sign in the front proclaimed, “Reserved for the perfect.” Sometimes I think about this poster and I find humor in the fact that there was nothing but grass and daisies inside and outside the perfect garden. This Eden was too small for more than a couple persons, though it was empty. None of use are perfect, and why would we want to be? We would have no company and if we did it would be way too crowded to enjoy the little garden of paradise. Perhaps it is the ego that believes in perfection and there is not enough space for more than one “perfect” ego in the world. More than likely, as this was a poster embracing differences, there is not perfection in the literal sense. There is only humanity, we find perfection in our differences.