(Im)perfection

do we,human beings love the failure so much?
why do we dream of things we are not alowed to have? a perfect soul,a perfect body,a perfect life,a painless love?
cant we just admite we are doomed to fail?to look back and sigh,and cry,and just ask why everythign happened that way?why cant we be perfect?why cant everything to right and straight or once?
cause failure make us who we are,cause imperfection make us unique,sometimes rejected,but still unique.everytimes you fail you fall,everytimes you fall you get damaged,everytime you get damaged you get up and go on,or you end up rotting and dying,and you aint worth anythign dead.
you have friends,family,lovers...but what happens when you are alone,and there is no one to help you up and no one to tell you everything is goign to be ok?when the only perfection on your life vanishes,you feel your insides dying,but souless you go on until the day you drive a bullet into your skull,trespassing your brain...and in a violently way you end all your problems,all the inperfection,all the frustation,all the regetion...
but is it worth?
I thank every and each one of you there were there...to help me grow,to help me feel,to help trust,all the ones that didnt stab me in the back,and I know that to count them I use the fingers in my left hand...the only unperfect people that could really find beauty in mistakes,could see the happiness even when everyting goes down the sink,people that can read my messed up head like and open book once they look into my brown eyes....thank you for making me enjoy evey mistake,every pain,every song,every touch,every picture,every word...without hopping any perfection in it.