He examines a wilting plant. "When's the last time you watered this?" He asks. She sighs, running her hands through her hair and into a mess. "It's fake. It can't even die!" "It has found a way," he mumbles, placing it on the table. "Anything i can do?"

John Steinbeck, östlich von Eden Angebot gemacht auf Schreibmaschine

thanks goodness God gives His perfection to us when we cry out to Him. I've been reading a book on perfectionism and this is basically the essence of it.