Perfection

When I was young I would not have eaten this pear. I would have turned my nose up at it, and asked for another, more perfect one.

It occurred to me, as I was cutting away the bruises, how juicy this one was. And when I had it with my muesli, yoghurt, and milk, it was just so deliciously tasty! Almost perfect, the bits that were left.

A metaphor for life, perhaps.