Would it?

Wouldn’t it be nice is everything were perfect? Wouldn’t it be nice if you knew whom to love? Wouldn’t it be nice if everything were so easy? Wouldn’t it be nice if you were joyful everyday? Maybe it would be nice. But isn’t it nicer when life’s a complete mystery? When you can love and then be loved back and again and again. When everything not being perfect makes everything perfect? When every little mistake you make makes your soul not shrink but grow. When every tear and every smile defines what you are and what you will be. And wouldn’t it be nice if we all knew this?