The gentle rustle in the leaves just before a little grasshopper jumps out, the smell of sea salt on approaching the ocean, the fresh smell of grass when you roll down a hillock, the happy chirping of a little sparrow, the bright colours on butterfly wings and a plump little caterpillar plodding along. These are some of the many, uncountable examples of perfection that nature offers. Each snowflake is an intricate arrangement of molecules and atoms of aligned energy, personifying perfection. So is the piece of smelly animal feces near a garbage dump. To underplay the fact that all these are perfect, just the way they are, would be to belittle the creator. Why then, do we underrate ourselves and claim to be imperfect? 'One is what he or she chooses to be, which is the most perfect image conceivable by that being, in that space-time continuum'. One is always free to choose differently, if there happens to be a shift in the idea of what perfection is. However, all stages and forms of existence are specimen of absolute perfection. If this fact was understood by society today, contentment would have been the norm.

 Although many may not take the statement of choice-and-being seriously at first, in due course, the metaphysical concept that it is based on, will be uncovered in subtle, subconsciousness and you will be one with nature, whole, and sublime.

P.S.: This is my personal perspective. I have had the privilege of exposure to an insight into such subjects in various ways, over the years, and one major contributor has been the book 'Conversations With God' by Neale Donald Walsch to whom I am eternally grateful.