When the painting of life was done,
it wasnt made as perfect picture.
Nothing is perfect ever.
But the colors of perfection came within the powers created afterwards to add gorgeousness to the universe.

Moral of this: nothing comes in perfect, but the little details around it builds the final lines for endless greatness.

Point of view in this: you aint perfect neither will be. But my dear you made life perfect by being a little rainbow after a stormy night that fills a whole big sky.