PeRfecTion is not pErfect in itself

I see people obsessed with perfection. I respect them but i don't understand them. If the floor is cleaned with 100% perfection it will look like water. If water is too clear and still than it will look like a blue marble.. What i mean is that perfection does not makes someone, something perfect rather it changes the state of a person. State is not changed in matter but state is changed in perception.
It's never ending because perfection is relative. I will not redefine or relate to Murphhy's law or Theory of Relativity, but i want to present perfection as a state of mind just like William Wordsworth said about happiness.
People can call me lazy, filthy what not but the real reason that i am against perfection is that i don't understand it. People can win an argument on this by relating this to physical hygiene, but i am not talking about that. Personal hygiene was never there, Man invented it  because he became weak, and less immune.According to me Perfections word was coined to describe a situations when a free human being surrounds and pack himself in a physical,mental or emotional boundary.
Human being was not born to be perfect but to improve.

Hidden River

 

 In the beginning there was a mountain, frozen with ice, standing tall with its widespread chain of peaks. The shimmering ice looked as if a silver robe is surrounding a giant saint. The days passed by and than one day the morning was more warmer than before. The robe melted giving rise to gushing water channeling through the lands.
A river passes through a forest or a forest surrounds a river is just a perception, perhaps an outlook. Just like a soul passes through your body or your body surrounds a soul. The latter idea is without an origin because there cannot be a body without a soul it will wither away.
Each soul is like an endless river which on its way keeps passing through different bodies. Just like a river is not entirely responsible for creating a forest, in the same manner a soul is not entirely responsible for creating a body. But the motherly love, the inner nurturing, the shine, the magic of a forest comes from the river which is passing through it.
Without the river forest misses the mother. Even an outsider in the forest would look for it's soul which is the river. But forest has no idea where the river is leaving apart the grass and stones lining the river. But those too are so detached from the extended trees,roots and branches of forest. We too have extended ourselves to the outside which we called reality, But origin lies in the mountain, each part of the forest must find it's river and traverse back through the river, than there lies the purpose, than there lies the origin, than there lies the truth.