I just finished Divergent by Veronica Roth and in the Bonus Materials I ran across this little tidbit, interesting to me considering where I am right now.
"...both of us are wrong about perfect. We have no idea what it would look like, and our approximations of it are incomplete.
And that gives me a lot of hope, because if I don't know what perfect means, it's not something I can reach on my own. Which means that I can stop trying to be perfect and just try to love the people around me and the things I'm doing. And strangely enough, that's Tris' journey. She tries selflessness on for size, and then she tries bravery, but at the end, it's what she does out of love that's more important than any virtue."
"...both of us are wrong about perfect. We have no idea what it would look like, and our approximations of it are incomplete.
And that gives me a lot of hope, because if I don't know what perfect means, it's not something I can reach on my own. Which means that I can stop trying to be perfect and just try to love the people around me and the things I'm doing. And strangely enough, that's Tris' journey. She tries selflessness on for size, and then she tries bravery, but at the end, it's what she does out of love that's more important than any virtue."
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