The imperfect and broken things

Why to perfect something that is innately imperfect? Why to say words that no one wants to listen? Why to finish a story whose characters do not deserve a closure? When the journeys is beautiful then why finish it? Why we all have to reach someplace? Hitler and Amelia never finished what they started. Stalin and Lincoln finished what they never started. A broken window still gives fresh air. An out of tune guitar still makes sound; a melody of its own. You still hold love for the girl who does not reply. NAFAK is still relevant and Madhubala is still beautiful. Perfection is not always alluring. Imperfection is not always ugly. People are people. Things are things. They are not meant to be perfect. They are not meant to be complete. To be or not to be, that is the question. That was, is and will be the question.