Imperfection

There would be no music if high C were the only note, no art if spectrum red were the only color,
No joy in pleasure if pleasure were the only feeling — and paradoxically,
–there would be no perfection without imperfection.
What does this mean to me? Well, first it means that I don’t have to be perfect.
All I have to do is grow at a pace natural to me — and that is all I have a right to expect of others.
— The Best of the Grapevine [Vol. 1], pp.60-61

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