I was born into a perfect world.
When I was young I thought that I was perfect and everyone
else imperfect
When I grew strong I sought to make perfect the imperfect
As I grew older I made myself a judge of imperfection
As I mature I see that the perfect and imperfect get along
quite well.
There is no contest between the perfect and imperfection; one
will do what one will.
Though perfection be a mirror for imperfection and all
imperfect an impression of the perfect, the end of perfection is not alike that
of the imperfect.
To strive for perfection is in me in all I am and in all I can
be.
Allan Bukusi
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