For if the sun were to generously supply us with added warmth, granted in the best of interest, we would roll up in flames and as wisps, flicker in tune to the solid cold wind.

For if bleach were engineered to be just that much more potent in removing stains, it would soaks us dry, from the color to the moisture, to the little things that make us alive.

For if fast food were made nutritious and coke a drink of the Gods, there wouldn't be a problem for obesity but it would garner exploitative MNCs yet another avenue to weed us dry of our cash, whilst putting nutritionist and dietitians out of employment everywhere.

For if everything were meant to be perfect, it would have already been.

For if anything were meant to be perfect, it probably already is and you're just a little myopic of later.

For if nothing were meant to be perfect, then live and let live.

For sometimes, flaws bring out the perfection of another, and they coexist to remind us how little things stand for perfection. Perfection isn't simply the raw notion of beauty at its very best, spotless, refined and flawless; perfection is when something ostensibly riddled in flaws and imperfect in nature serves its true purpose purely and gracefully, not a hint of deviation.

For somethings were meant to be left alone, even if it begs for attention and is seemingly drowning in a pool of struggles.

For trying to make things better, it only complicates issues and messes things up.

For knowing better, it's just a little too late.