You are made for perfection, but you are not yet perfect. You are a masterpiece in the making.

you are not perfect

You are an artist and the masterpiece is your life.

I'm not perfect but I'll be the creator of perfection.

I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.

There is no perfection, only progress. Done is much better than perfect.

Perfection is what you are striving for, but perfection is an impossibility. However, striving for perfection is not an impossibility. Do the best you can under the conditions that exist. That is what counts.

Press on, therefore, as you have begun; perhaps you will be led to perfection, or to a point which you alone understand is still short of perfection.

You're not perfect just the way you are. You could be better!

I want to make my own life a masterpiece.

May you be content in knowing that perfection is an illusion and subject to whoever it is.

We house both masterpiece and artist in this skin.
So when you are disintegrated, trying to piece together
what is left inside you, focus on this:

You are not broken.
You are simply dissembled for a while
as the artist inside rebuilds something infinite out of you.