The whole is always beautiful. Beauty starts to disintegrate as you go into its parts.

When you first fall in love, you see the other as whole. Trouble starts when some parts of them eclipse your view of the whole. 

Maybe this is why it is hard to answer the question, “Why do you love me?” The whole does not have a why. It just is.

It is much easier to answer the question, “Why did you stop loving me?” Each part has an unmistakable why. It came to be.

Therein lies the burden of the perfectionist. His vision is always blurred by the parts. He continually misses the beauty of the whole. Thus, no work is ever finished.

The definition of a good day, a good relationship, a good job, or a good life is one in which you see the whole at the start and at the end, no matter what the parts offer in-between.

– Osasu Oviawe