In case you forgot, we live on a planet where lightning turns sand into glass, dolphins give each other names, the ocean glows in the dark, and rain has a scent before it falls. You stand here with a beating heart, a steady moon above, and a world quietly, absurdly beautiful.
i don't even find perfection that interesting, like if you polish and prune something too much it can lose its soul and charm. art and people need to be a bit imperfect in order to be captivating