Living with the constant changes that epilepsy brought to my life, I learned that perfection is an illusion. It makes a good goal to strive toward but it isn’t a guarantee. Knowing that circumstances could change at any moment along the journey, I know that I can only do my best and aim to get as close to perfection as is possible at the moment. Whatever doesn't work out as I foresaw becomes the wonder of life unfolding for me to observe and learn from. It's beautiful how the imperfection becomes the perfection of the moment.
