What makes my perfect holiday? This is a question I was asked in order to qualify for something that I’d really love to be a part of, but the truth is that I am struggling to answer it. What does make my perfect holiday? What is my perfect anything?
I’ve been mulling it over and I think that so often, in seeking for perfection, only disappointment is found. We fantasise about the perfect man, the perfect holiday, the perfect life but the truth is that perfection is a myth and hunting for it can be a sort of torment.