I used to spend a lot of time in my garden to achieve a more manicured look. At that point in my life it was about impressing folks. It was more about how people saw me. Now that I am older I worry less.
I have a bone to pick with spiritual gurus: They're just such goody two-shoes. Where is the sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll?
Perfection is a fruitless endeavor. It causes much suffering. More precisely, it causes optional suffering, the kind you inflict upon yourself when you really, really do not have to.