此詩為譯作兼呵，原文附后。此詩為口語化詩歌驮瞧。
完美思辨
有些事情值得思考氓扛，
比如完美的生活從來就不存在。
只是從來就不存在而已剧董，
并不是誰造就不完美的生活幢尚。
那個(gè)擁有最新款手機(jī)的富家女孩，
她的父母每天都說她是廢物翅楼；
那個(gè)擁有完美身材的模特尉剩，
她因好幾天吃不進(jìn)食物而進(jìn)了醫(yī)院；
那個(gè)擁有成千上萬粉絲毅臊、風(fēng)頭無兩的球場(chǎng)健將理茎，
他在學(xué)業(yè)上一敗涂地；
那個(gè)擁有最美微笑的美麗女孩，
有人得從她手里奪下她傷害自己的刀子皂林。
我們看他人就象是看商店櫥窗里的人體模特朗鸠，
或者是小說中的勇猛角色，
都是一些不真實(shí)的東西础倍。
優(yōu)雅烛占、美麗、毫無瑕疵沟启，
那些是我們用來描述他人的詞語忆家。
但，那常常不是我們自己本身德迹，
因?yàn)槲覀冎雷约荷畹恼鎸?shí)面目芽卿。
我們知道生活從不完美，
就象我們不在我們臉上寫上：
“我想自殺胳搞⌒独”
“我被欺負(fù)了〖∫悖”
“我被拋棄了筷转。”
“我覺得自己不夠好芽腾〉┳埃”
你看，人們喜歡把生活中最好的一面展示給別人摊滔。
但是阴绢，
也許可以，
可以等一下艰躺，
在你在網(wǎng)上炫耀你擁有的金錢之前呻袭，
在你炫耀你剛買的時(shí)尚衣衫之前，
在你跟別人攀比之前腺兴，
在你負(fù)疚左电，為自己的不完美而黯淡神傷之前，
也許可以閃過一個(gè)念頭：
為什么页响？
為什么我們要感覺有此必要篓足？
為什么需要這樣做？
為什么我們要向他人上演一場(chǎng)秀闰蚕，
縱使這場(chǎng)秀距離真相已太過遙遠(yuǎn)栈拖，
為什么要追求完美，
當(dāng)生活從來就不意味著完美没陡？
因?yàn)槟阒绬幔?/p>
人們混淆了完美和優(yōu)美涩哟。
優(yōu)美的事物從不完美索赏，
正是不完美才造就了優(yōu)美。
原文：
Something to think about, there is no such thing as a perfect life.
It's simply not a perfect being,
That was not how it was made.
That rich girl who got the latest phone, her parents tell her she's useless everyday.
That model who has the perfect body, she was in the hospital because she stopped eating for days.
That jock who has over thousands of followers, he's failing classes right to left.
That pretty girl who has the most beautiful smile, someone had to take the knife away from her so she would stop hurting herself.
We see others as mannequins in a shop window, or as the brave character in a novel, something that isn't real
Poised,beautiful,flawless,those are words we would use to describe other people,
Yet usually not our own,because we know our lives as what it is,
We know it's not perfection,like we don't write on our faces.
"I want to kill myself".
"I'm getting bullied".
"I just get dumped".
"I don't think I'm good enough".
You see, people like to put the best part of their lives out to everyone,
But maybe for one second,
Before you post about the money you have,
The latest clothes you just bought,
Before you compare yourself to someone else,
Before you look at yourself mourn about all the imperfection,
Maybe for one second ask yourself WHY?
Why do we feel the need to do that,
Why do we need to do that,
Why do we need to put up a show for others to see,
Even though it's way too far from the truth.
Why would we need to make a perfect when life was never meant to be something perfect?
Because you know what?
People mix up the words perfection and beauty.
Something beautiful is never perfect,
The imperfection is what makes it beautiful.
