It seems that in our strive for perfection someone or something is always there to remind us that nothing is perfect; perfection is unattainable. But, perhaps, we have all gotten it wrong. Perfection exists is measured by individual norms/expectations and acceptance of others and/or self. Perfect for me is not perfect. It is just perfect for me and it most certainly doesn’t need to be perfect for anyone else but me and it would make life much easier if we just understood that our perfects may not all be the same.