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Perfection

 

Perfection

 

“Perfection is the enemy of the good” – (French Proverb)

 

A person may do a lot of good

But of course

They will do some bad,

 

But a Cost-Benefit Analysis

 

(Which is what politics & civics & most judgements are in fact

Before Ideology obscures things)

 

Is the only guide

To approve or reject.

 

The other thing:

 

Some might really fuck up

But during the rest of their lives

Having learned & sought to change their ways

Redeem themselves.

 

The 2 examples

Have been forgotten

 

By an increasingly

Litigious culture

 

(puritanical also - see 'cancel culture')

 

Where people sue good people

Who make an error

(Which is what humans make)

 

Not maliciously

An error made in good faith.

 

The question is:

What is it that the plaintiff wants?

 

An apology

To ruin the life of a person who sought to help them

To lay blame for their discontent on someone

Or money?

 

Does the grievance come from

A deep hurt

 

Or avarice?

 

Perhaps it’s not a simple as that?

 

I guess I see things differently

& I’m with David Lee Roth’s lyric from Van Halen's Jump!

 “You gotta roll roll roll with the punches.”


Or Nietzsche's

"Everything that doesn't kill me

makes me stronger."


I’m aware that I also make errors

In good faith.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

 

 

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