Through the years i've always wished for things that are not -
Like others of the human race, i thought that would be happiness...
But now i know and i believe that life need not be perfect to be happy -
That we are ourselves flexible, moundable and easily adaptable,
Hence we are the sculptors who can turn imperfection into perfection -
And create a bed of roses out of straw, happiness out of simplicity...
So, if dreams can be spun and happiness can be found in simple things -
Who needs a life of perfection?
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