One moment

I know that there's no such thing as a perfect life. Perfection is impossible. Isn't it? I want to be able to believe that it's possible to just have one moment. A single moment that's pure and simple and perfect. The problem is that the best moments in our lives are never the ones that we plan. Your may decide that a picnic in central park would make the worlds best moment but in actuality the blanket blows away and some ducks steal your Italian herb bread twist. I guess an element of perfection is always to do with the unexpected. At the time it seems like it could go to custard so easily but then afterwards you look back and realise the perfection in that little thing. We spend so much time looking back at the imperfections in our lives in order to try and fix them we don't spend enough time acknowledging the perfect moments to try and replicate them. The truth of the matter is that it's only in TV shows or movies that you can predict what will happen and when that perfect cliched moment will flash across the screen. Real life is new, exciting and bold. Sometimes the weirdest combinations can end up being an unexpected kind of perfect.