It wasn't perfect. It had flaws, it had downs. It had its good days and it's bad days. A life of perfection was what she dreamed of achieving. A life where she had it all. But is perfect ever really perfect? What's a rainbow without the rain? What's the light without the dark? The good without the bad? These little flaws are what makes us, well us. We aren't defined by them - no. These flaws are what helps us to be better. Even a machine that's designed to be perfect is never really perfect. It's better to be real and authentic than to pretend to be what you're not. A perfect person isn't real and a real person isn't perfect.
