‘Nothing ever is perfect. In fact imperfection has a beauty of its own, because imperfection has a life. Whenever something is perfect — just think, contemplate — whenever something is really perfect, life will disappear from it. Life can exist only if something is still imperfect and has to be perfected. Life is the effort to perfect the imperfect. Life is the ambition to make the ugly beautiful. Something of imperfection is a must for life to exist, for life to go on growing and flowing. Don’t hanker for a perfect painting, otherwise the painter will die. And you have yet to sing many songs.’  OSHO