But what is perfection? Wikipedia defines it as:
"Perfection is, broadly, a state of completeness and flawlessness."Now let's face it, no one is perfect. And those who think they're perfect are tedious, boring and pompous. I don't want perfection in anyone - not my family, friends and or the object of my journey - Clay Aiken.
I enjoy Clay just the way he is. I enjoy watching him grow - change, right before our eyes. I enjoy every step, every twist, every turn. I enjoy not knowing what's next. I enjoy that he can throw me for a loop - that he is unpredictable.
I love it when he gets angry that the press will not focus on important matters and instead seem to focus on his feet (while they are verra verra nice feet, they're feet nonetheless).
I love that he is outspoken, even when it comes back and bites him on the butt. I love that he embraces what he does best, the music he excels at, the dork inside of him. I love that he can laugh at himself.
Is Clay Aiken perfect? Absolutely, unequivocally "no" and that's what makes him so very special.
Perfection Takes Time Honey - yep, it sure does. And I'm enjoying every second of the unending journey to perfection
*screech* Okay, to the Anonymous who posted this comment - thank you. You have summed it up FAR BETTER than I ever could:
"What! You mean he's not perfect??! :-0 ??? (Just kidding). He takes the good, ignores the bad, tries to live his life with the goal of leaving a positive impact in some way. Has his own foundation to help children who find themselves on the outside looking in as they grow... I'd be proud of him if he was my family member. Heck, I'm just proud of him anyway! Who needs to be "cool" when years from now, a child who was alone and excluded remembers being included and feeling a sense of self they couldn't have gotten before grows up?"
