Our perfection lies in accepting our imperfection. The moment we drop our defenses (read: fear), there is only love. And love is perfect.
Still it seems most of us exhaust ourselves trying to be pretty enough, rich enough, sexy enough, or educated enough to feel, if not perfect, at least good enough. When we let go of our security blanket of choice and accept what is, we also realize that it far exceeds anything we hoped to conjure up.
And we have the gift of peace as part of the love we are.