Perfect Love

The sea… always the sea.
Vast, wet, cold, and inspiring.

I sat by the sea with my eyes closed, feeling its breeze scatter my thoughts.
I wanted to lose myself in its sound.
Impossible.

I stayed there until I gave up.

When I opened my eyes, I received another salty teaching.
The meeting of sea and rocks had drawn, upon the wet sand, a giant heart — without oscillations, doubts, or flaws.

In that moment, I thought:
This is the perfect union the world seeks — perfect love, in harmony.

Then I noticed the rest: turbulent, imperfect, interrupted by small pieces of rock.

“Curious,” I thought.
“We are all like this — imperfect, turbulent, shaped by the rocks of life.”

And yet, from imperfection, the perfect union was born.

Yes, perfect love exists.
And it lives within human imperfection.