So easy, it should be illegal.

Nothing on this earth is perfect. Nature is not perfect - it's messy. And if nature in its purest form is not perfect, it is - in a sense - perfect.  

If your brain is hurting, hear me out.

Perfect

adjective

/ˈpərfikt/

1. having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.

If you accept that definition, then randomness and defect are desirable elements because they naturally occur. Do all tulips look exactly alike? 

No, all tulips don't look alike; the Green Bay Packers aren't always not the best; not all rainstorms are peaceful, and your hair won't always cooperate. And it is navigating that variance, that up-and-down, which makes life so desirable.  

Perfection is the acceptance of imperfection. Knowing that life won't always be gumdrop buttons and fairytale dreams and still saying, "That's what makes life worth living."  

You can be perfect now. All you have to do is accept that you have all of the desirable elements, qualities, and characteristics of what makes you you. You are as good as you can possibly be now. The real challenge is taking the step to be better.

That's a different post.