perfection is a paradox
Chesterton called it a desperate romance, and Tolkien coined a new word to try to describe it: eucatastrophe, the fortunate disaster.
This world we inhabit is a beautiful mess.
They weren’t the first to say so. In Japan there is a famous word: wabi-sabi. It means finding beauty in the flaws. In French, d’un beau affreux means “the ugly-beautiful.”
L‘arte d’arrangiarsi is Italian. The best you can say it in English is, “the art of making something out of nothing.”
“Perfect happiness,” then, takes creativity. It takes focus. It has to be intentional. It is a neverending search. Out of the search, perfect emerges from imperfect.