To Live A Perfect Life.

Every body wants to live a perfect life. Is there such a life existed?

Perfect life could be a place to call home to live in a mansion, a family with parents, grand parents, children and pets with good career to an owner of a multi million corporation, or simply lay on the beach and sip wine and watch the sun set. May be even climbing greatest mountains of the world. Be a celebrity, etc. When we were younger, getting a perfect pair of jeans, a cell phone or a great hair cut could satisfy the requirement of a perfect life. So, what is you version?

What ever it may be, our definition of perfection not just changes with age it also different from each other. Is there a formula for a perfect life, or a rulebook? I guess not. We are all human of different forms. That makes life interesting.
I recently over heard some one said that life is messy, that makes life interesting and worth living. How profound, someone just turn a negative attitude into a positive. Imagine if everything is perfect there will be no motivation to strive for excellence. There will be no progress, no improvement. We will all be in our own little perfect world, no need to socialize. The infiltration of negative influences may burst the perfect life model. Wouldn’t life be boring? Oh sorry, isn’t that the model for a Utopia society? I almost forgotten about all those liberal literatures I was force to read just to make a passing grade in college.

For simple example, is our life less perfect if cell phone was never invented? Are we than consider our parents, living most of their life before cell phone was made popular, is a little less than perfect?

What is perfect life anyway? Does it only involve our appearance; social standing; our career or the worth of our estate? Perhaps it is our family and friends? The list goes on. While some were made available by choice, others are not. Do we considering those living with less than our standard have a perfect life? I recently read an article about families in drought stricken region of the world, the female of the house whole track long distances, spend up to 8 hours day fetch water for the family, for them having a communal well in the village is a perfect life. Just that simple.
Did we often confuse acquiring materialistic things for a perfect life in civil society?

May be a perfect life is none of the above, rather it is just being healthy, and thankful on what we got? With that in mind, I am going to sign off and off running on the Hudson River Park on this glorious afternoon. That’s a perfect life to me; it is just that simple, at least for this afternoon.
What is your definition? Care to share?

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