Life is never perfect. This imperfection is a bliss because it keeps our life going. Perfection is the end. Once you have achieved perfection in your life in the complete sense, there is nothing more to strive, to think about, to achieve.
Life is imperfect because that’s how it’s suppose to be for its sustainability. Imperfect describes and sustains perfect. How would you know if something’s perfect if you don’t know what imperfect seems like?
Imperfection marks the growth. One only withers once he or she reaches the perfect stage of maturity. No perfect is possible sans imperfection. Imperfect is natural, innate and the best.