When you think of perfection what comes to your mind? I once thought of perfection as something without flaws. Nothing is without flaws, but perfection can be without effort.
When is life perfect? When it is effortless. When we approach life without expectation. To have no preconceived notions about our future. To enter each day with an openness to the endless possibilities life has to offer. Without expectations, there can be no disappointment, just pleasant surprises.
Are these pleasant surprises always there for the receiving, or are they only presented to us when we allow ourselves to be open to them?
When we allow ourselves to ride the flow of life, we are given everything we need without any effort on our part. We become one not only with ourselves, the people we are with but with the universe as a whole.