The "Perfect" World

Sometimes I think to ask myself what if I lived in a world without sorrow. Lets be honest, would it really be all that bad? I mean what's the point of parking tickets, of vending machines that eat your quarters, of seeing the last of your favorite chips being eaten by your brother? But then I realize that life would be pretty boring without these things. If nothing bad ever happened to me I would never really know what it feels like if something great happened to me. I love the month of March because I love basketball. I love being able to work for something and even when it doesn't work out knowing that you have grown in the process. Kareem Abdul-Jabar once said "I think someone should explain to the child that it's ok to make mistakes. That's how we learn. When we compete, we make mistakes." This poem opened my eyes to what would happen if we never made any mistakes. If we were "perfect."



"You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
That story.

Or the charwoman
who is on the bus when it cracks up

and collects enough from the insurance.

From mops to Bonwit Teller.

That story.

Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case,
never bothered by diapers or dust,
never arguing over the timing of an egg,
never telling the same story twice,
never getting a middle-aged spread,
their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.
Regular Bobbsey Twins.
That story."   -Anne Sexton

"Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence:.. Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous: nevertheless afterwards it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness."(Heb. 12:9,11) I am thankful to be able to live in a world that is not perfect, that through my imperfections I can learn how to be better.