Enjoy the meadow

I wrote yesterday about "The Art of Possibility" and the authors speak in one of the later chapters about passion in music, and not getting so bogged down in playing individual notes or bars that you lose the overarching flow of the passage. I had a job once where the CEO, a famous scholar, used to say to us "Do not let the perfect be the enemy of the good". These things seem to me to be related.
Think of yourself walking though a meadow on a lovely warm day, the sun a golden honey ball of warmth, the grass or turf under your feet a brilliant green, the scent of freshness in the air intoxicating, the trees in the near distance swaying gracefully in a light breeze, when suddenly you notice a tall weed in your line of vision.  How will the rest of your walk in the meadow be after that?  Will it be spoiled by the note of imperfection, will your disappointment overcome your pleasure and joy in the day? Will you dwell on the single weed, and perhaps begin to look for more instances in the picture that mar its perfection? Will you begin to notice the bugs, or that there is a cloud of gnats ahead? 
Or are you the kind of person who thinks "Oh imagine that, a weed in such a lovely meadow" and go on from there. Perhaps you are the kind of person who will think that even in a meadow as lovely as this, there is room for a weed, the lowliest of all plants, to lift its head and reach for the sun. Will you continue to enjoy the meadow, or your vision of the meadow, or will you shut down?
The musician who is caught up in the overarching beauty of the music, will never be crushed by a few mistaken notes, but the musician who insists that each note be perfection, loses the meaning that he was meant to channel to his audience.  Which would you rather be?