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I don't ever want to be perfect. I'd much rather be a person who tries and accepts their best effort. I mean really, what would you be able to learn if you were perfect. "Well anything you want." You might be saying, "Because you'd be good at everything." Well no. You'd be able to "do" anything not "learn" anything. Really you wouldn't be able to learn anything. Besides "perfect" is such an ugly word. If you went up to someone and said "perfect" you'd probably just end up spitting on them just like some people who find themselves perfect do. I'd much rather say "try" it's much more beautiful. Even to the ears it sounds gentle and pleasent. So if anyone says that this entry was a perfect way of getting this point across I'd have to correct them and say that the writer tried their best to let their opinion be known.

Aero Luna


Now for a little story I thought up

There was once a town known for a famous doll maker who made "the perfect doll." Her pocelin skin was seamless and her clothes make of the finest material. Her curly blonde hair cascaded down her back and shown in the faintest light. Her face was gentle and smiling.

One day a rich man brought his young daughter to purchase this famous doll. They entered the door and were greated by the store owner.

"Here she is, my dear. The beautiful doll of perfection I have told you about." He said with eagerness to please his small child.

The young girl gazed upon the smooth face of the doll and ran her fingers across it's cold face. She felt the velvety fabric of her dress and then the springy curls of her hair. She stepped back looking at the ground.

"Papa I don't want that doll." She told him sadly.

"What?! Why ever not?" He asked shocked by his usual toy-loving daughter.

"She's too sad for me." She explained. Her father looked upon the cheerful face of the doll in confusion as his daughter wandered about the store touching all the other dolls and animals.

She came back holding a plush bunny made of multiple fabrics and button eyes.

"Papa may I have this toy?" She asked hopefully.

"That- you want that toy?" He asked. The store owner looked disapointed.

"Yes. This toy have lots of joy in it. It feels like love." She told him smiling. "This toy has a happy touch."