Perfect

There's just this one thing.
Just one thing that many would give everything to have, to be.
Just one thing that really doesn't have a definition, or a feasible example or a simple explanation.
It's just something that we're told to be.
Something that haunts many because of their inability to BE it.
Something that many spend their whole lives trying to find it, but really, waste the potential their lives have because of them striving to find it.
Its a thing that some claim to be, but really they're just posing to be it. They're fakes, and fall short of the full glory that "it" supposedly is.
But really, if we can't define it, and we only have false pictures in our heads of what 'it' is, how can IT define our worth? No one is this "Perfect" person. No one has a 'perfect' life or car or job. The closest thing we have to this 'perfect' is what the media is slamming down our throats as to what they think we should be like.
and all that is, is someone else's imagine in Their head of what they think 'perfect' is. So why can't we all just start saying fuck it, no I'm not going to look a certain way, dress a certain way, or act like we're 'supposed' to and then just start actually living? Start doing the things that others tell you you cant, just to prove them wrong. Start breathing. Start exploring. Start doing things you never thought you could do.
And stop living to fit the mold of what this made up "Perfect" is supposed to be. Be strong, be lively, and just, be you. Start living, because there is a whole lot of life out there that should be experienced.