I found an existential encyclopedia at Goodwill. It indexed explanations of life’s mysteries in alphabetical order. I opened it to the Ps.
“Perfection: Nothing is perfect. Not forever, anyway.
“A person can have the perfect kiss, the perfect meal, or even the perfect year. But inevitably, their second date ends in a peck, the bread for their next sandwich has mold, and when the calendar resets, they’ll get cancer.
“Therefore, nothing perfect lasts. It’s not meant to. It’s perfection’s absence that makes humans so keenly aware of its presence.”
It was a steal at $2.00. Sadly, I only had a buck.
Terrific story!
Thank you, Dart!
Perfect little story!
Thank you, Ephra!
So clever! Loved this.
Perfect last line!
Beautiful story!
an imperfect wallet
Very clever, love this story!
Like a Zen koan in that the story made me think about defining by absence and absolutes. The maddening pursuits of delight and how quickly novelty fades. Great!
Sara, this sums up life…perfectly!