The perfect imperfect or the imperfect perfect

Could it be so that we become ”perfect” the day we realize that life is rather filled with one’s own and others’ imperfection and that it is very much a part of the engine that drives us forward?
This thought never was never a part of Mister Trump reflection about his own values otherwise he would not be the stupid asshole he developed himself to…


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