14/01/2026
Thoughts and Musings
“Although many people strive to be perfect, those who become wise know that perfection is a kind of death, and that our weird imperfections actually keep us alive. It turns out that the word perfect means finished or complete, or to go through the form. So that perfect means you've gone all the way through. And that makes perfection perhaps flawless, but also ultimately lifeless. Being fully alive means becoming more conscious of how we are wounded. And becoming a whole person means learning how to live with our wounds and our imperfections, rather than trying to figure out how to avoid them."
Micheal Meade
pic: Sally Riddell