Perfection

Strangely as it may seem, no one ever said i was perfect... ok no one except for myself!

But still i don't see myself as perfect, i have so many flaws. And i don't seek perfection, i don't quite understand what's with the whole search for PERFECTION, perfection is but a word, is but an idea ...
Everybody's looking for the perfect match, the perfect thing to say, the perfect house in the perfect neighbourhood, the perfect toys and gizmos ... perfect this .|. !!

I am not perfect nor i wish to be!

When we were but caveman there was no such thing as perfection, perfect would be staying alive throughout the day, feeding, breeding and waking up the next day (preferebly in the cave and not inside a sabretooth's belly).
But when we started to gain some intelect we begun to neglect simple things and started to embrace more complicated puzzles, like the "why are we here?" questions. I never saw a lion questioning his reason for being alive, it's alive and it does whatever it takes to continue its survival ...

But them "you" question: would you like to be an animal with no intelect? What you have is a gift, why throw it away?

... I don't know if i'd like to be an unintelectual animal, but there are so many dumb people on earth and they all seem very happy. They only become unhappy when they come realize they're aren't "as intelligent as...", so i think i'd like to be dumb... I never saw a dumb person die of a brain tumor, that's what you get when you think too much, a big cancer in your brain!

So i think i'll stop thinking...

The next time you see me i'll be drooling!