Human Conundrums And Ultimate Struggles

We as a sentient life form are imperfect.
Face it.
We are not perfect.
Think about all the hatred,
the war.
All the famine, the anger,
the pollution, the death.
All the problems we cause.
All the issues we start.
All because we try too hard to be perfect.
We try to perfect that which can not be so.
We try to perfect that which has no right to be perfect.
We are imperfect,
we were made that way.
Somehow, somewhere.
The switch has been flipped.
We can not be perfect.
We will never be perfect.
So why do we keep festering on and on,
why do we try so hard?
Why do we believe in a fate impossible to achieve?
Because it is the path that we are lead on,
so blindly.
We are deaf to the answers,
we will never be what we so desire.
The meaning of life is imperfection.
Didn't you know that?
Stop making more conundrums for yourself,
Stop trying to be perfect.
You are who you are,
Imperfect.
Because you were made that way.
Life is full of meaningless things,
but one thing holds all meaning, and that is creation.
So just hold onto that one thing.
That one thing in this life that can't be taken.
Your imperfection.
Yourself.