How much does it take for us to be satisfied? To be grateful? To set aside critique?

Can we enjoy the coffee if we don’t like the mug?
Or a meal if the side is not to our liking?
A generous friend with one annoying quality?
A beautiful book with one boring chapter?
A great movie with a lackluster end?

We know this: perfection is impossible. It’s an illusion.

But there’s still much to love. Much to appreciate. Much to embrace.

We can focus on beauty or we can focus on flaws. It’s our choice — and there’s an endless supply of both.