The road to perfection

As humans, we are all striving for one thing. Perfection! We want perfection in our lives. We want the perfect figure. We want the perfect job. We want the perfect home, and of course, we want the perfect relationship.
As children, our lives are filled with this over-whelming sense that nothing could be better. As children, we no no-better, and every day is exactly the way we would dream it to be. Our friends are the best, our parents can do no wrong, and we have yet to learn that we have the ability to "want" more.
As teenagers, are world is shattered when this need for perfection takes over our every thought, our every move. Our appearance becomes the center of our universe with the rest of our world revolving around it. Every dream we have, every item we desire, can only be attained if that central being reaches perfection. We focus on our clothes, we struggle with our hair, and we unknowingly let our inner-selves lie dormant for the next few years.
College comes and we want the perfect grades. We want to go to the perfect party, and wear the perfect outfit, to meet our perfect match. Most of us walk around, truly believing that we are being "ourselves", blessing those who come across our paths with our presence and our unbelievably perfect mind.
Reality hits when we find ourselves sitting in tiny apartments, working over-time in a less than perfect career, with no time for a "perfect" party or for the "perfect" friend. Others have sat themselves down in "common" life, a marriage, a home, a job. With this reality comes less-than-perfect mortgage payments, cars breaking down, alarms going off in the wee hours of morning, and the constant fear financial failure.
Then one day, we sit down, we look at our computer screen, and we read the words that we typed. Knowing that they are all true...and that this idea of "perfection" is only in fairy-tales. Only in the movies that adorn the big screen, with romantic endings, lavish homes and large paychecks.
Then again, we glance across across our family room, past the hand-me down coffee table, and the couch that doesn't match any other piece of furniture, and we cast our eyes upon the old recliner. There sits a man who vowed to love us for the rest of his life, in good times and in bad. There he sits with our brand new little girl in his arms, and a bright pink burp cloth on his shoulder. In this quick glance, we have found the ultimate "Perfection"