An eerie feeling descends upon us as we step through the gates of the camp, home to the ghosts of a past that we ought never forget to remember.
Auschwitz-Birkenau. The search for perfection brought humanity to this place. It was here that human beings who were deemed imperfect turned to ash. They too had tread on these rails. For many it was to be their final walk.
1,471,595 people – men, women and children – took their last breath at the end of the line.
We tiptoe in their footsteps, humbled.
I do not want to think of perfection. Not today. We are – all of us – imperfect. Our flaws make us who we are. They do not make us undeserving of a chance at life. There were those who though differently. There are those who still do.
No. I do not want to think of perfection today.