We are not meant to be perfect.
In a world where the pursuit of perfect has become so difficult
And so costly, we lose ourselves.
The constant question that remains, what next?
Are we living in black and white
Or has the things that we so long for been there all along?
But we just couldn't see it.
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Who is blind and who can't see?
One man's trash is another man's treasure.
What will it take for us to discover
What has always been there?
Have we put a value on life?
An expiry on time?
A limit to potential?
