The perfection of imperfection.
A series of imperfections, any life or person. Perfect, isn’t reality.
Memories are always of the imperfect. The quirkiness of a person is often the crux of their charm. The imperfections of anything is often it’s strongest catalyst for interest.
A person’s inner struggle is often related to their perceived imperfection. My own struggles not withstanding. To tell someone to forget these struggles is as trite as having them in the first place.
The idiosyncrasies of an individual are intrinsic.
Completely so.
I remember the way I felt when my Dad would try to be “cool.” I remember how unbelievably annoyed I always felt when he told me to close his car doors more gently. The way he reminded my friends of Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting.
I laugh, now. Some of the fondest memories I have are of my father being his “way.”
Miss him today.
No more than yesterday,
no less than tomorrow.
NPW
1950-2010
jtinseoul 
The perfection of imperfection.
A series of imperfections, any life or person. Perfect, isn’t reality.
Memories are always of the imperfect. The quirkiness of a person is often the crux of their charm. The imperfections of anything is often it’s strongest catalyst for interest. I like, this is a reality of life and universe .
I rarely leave remarks, but after reading a few of the
responses on this page Imperfection |. I actually do
have 2 questions for you if it’s okay. Could it be only me
or do some of these responses come across like they are written by brain dead individuals?
😛 And, if you are posting on additional places, I would like to follow everything
new you have to post. Would you list of every one of all your social networking sites like your linkedin profile, Facebook page or twitter feed?
Thank you! If you click the “About Me” at the top of the homepage all that information is listed.