The Cinderella story is where the optimum perfection is realized in any and every woman's mind.  The idea of a perfect match made in some sort of female heaven is drawn from the fact that all Cinderella had to do was wait long enough and all would be good. Oh yeah...So in the years spanning from fantasy to reality we men have had to endure the effects of a good story as the rule unto which we are all measured. So we must ask...What is the truth in this good story?

  Woman, our real flesh and blood soul mates have had some equally super stupendous, standards to live up to. The perfect woman in every man’s mind has the wonderful delights of a porn princess... the dimensions of unreal voluminous curves, is wanton wild cats in our bedrooms and have the souls of angels. Which are not compatible in the light of any day. While we can have one... it is very clear that to do so we must sacrifice the other...

 While we do sincerely love our better halves, we sometimes forget the nature of being human. That is, in this world mistakes are the norm... getting old, tired and sometimes even grumpy area solid parts of this real world. Perfection as an ancient Greek once wrote is only achieved in the land of the Gods. Being mere humans we are never perfect and often riddled with either obvious faults and short comings or do a great job in hiding them.  

 Romeo and Juliette are often used as the standard of perfection, and while being sincere in their devotion to one another, they would be only children by today's standards. Thirteen and fifteen are not even old enough to vote let alone accept any of life's most serious burdens, such as the duties of marriage and/or responsibility of a household. The real reason that the entire escapade has endured this long is again the well sharpened quill of the master storyteller, William Shakespeare.

 Words of love have always made all of us seem less than optimal but the truth is... those words so perfect in form are the product of a heart in longing for love. In this frame of mind there is an almost mystic form of passion, of want, of desire and need that would promise the world or more for a bittersweet kiss... An unearthly glimpse at happiness.

 While absence makes the heart grow fonder,  The absence of returned affection will drive any true love to insanity, thus we have our impossible benchmarks... Unmoving and deliberately  unachievable. Perfection is the goal of any honest pursuit, in literature any word can be upgraded to a better word. Any idea or frame of indulgence may be perfected to please the eye and ear or even the heart. But what matters is that life dose not always give us the power or even the basic tools to do what longing hearts contrive. Many good souls have been lost to the abbis of gray lines and lacking attributes.
 
 Love what is...

 I am... what I am.  No more has ever been more true than this. Decide what you can live with, not because you think you can't do better but because you love what you do know to be . Love what is there not what you think can be...someday.
 
Respectfully                    Submitted

            Salvador F. Ramirez

USMC            US ARMY RANGERS