Perceptions of perfection

A few months ago, I had a moment of perfection. An absolute flawless moment of pure bliss. When life just could not go wrong and I was genuinely happy. And then it all unravelled...

Life... it's an endless flow of imperfections punctuated by a few moments of undiluted joy. Sadly, the joy slips away all too soon. And all you're left with is the memory of how you felt.

I have memories of believing life could not go wrong- that perfection was in my grasp. And these aren't earth shattering events. They're the most seemingly insignificant occurances. A glance thrown my way. A smile designed to cheer me up. A promise made hastily. Things that I can look back on and still smile.

My dog acting innocent, another one running with a ball twice his size. One saving my shoes from the rain and one blaming her brother for ruining my slippers. Memories so bittersweet, they bring a lump in my throat.

The little things, part of so much bigger, are what refuse to leave my thoughts. And they come unbidden, a surprise each time. A snapshot into the past.

Happy memories mingling with heartwrenching ones... a life never perfect. No one asked for it. But each time the perception of perfection leaves, it gets a little harder to accept.