The quest for perfection is exhausting and unrelenting. For some, trying to be perfect is a mission, a goal, maybe even an obsession. Perfection suggests a state of flawlessness, without any defects. Seeking perfection at a particular task might be achievable and certainly students can strive to attain a perfect grade, or, we can try to write the perfect story or play the perfect music score. Yet, the goal of being perfect in life is altogether a different story.
I believe humans were never intended to be perfect. That’s part of the definition of being human. Consider the expression, “I’m just human.” I think we need to remind ourselves the goal isn’t to emulate a machine, but to embrace the imperfection of being human. A machine or electronic device may operate perfectly; at least for a while. Yet, over time it will begin to wear down and require repair or even die.
Why, when we know that there’s no such thing as perfect, do most of us spend an incredible amount of time and energy trying to be just that? Is it that we really admire perfection? No — I believe the truth is that we are actually drawn to people who are real and down-to-earth. We love authenticity and we know that life is messy and imperfect.
Could you imagine looking at a magnificent rainbow and complaining that one of the colors wasn’t perfect? Not only would that be ridiculous, we’d also be ruining the splendor of the moment. And yet that is exactly what we do when we judge ourselves or others for imperfections. We forget that as humans we’re part of nature, as well. As such, we would benefit if we came into acceptance of the natural state of life, which by the way happens to be imperfect.
I am off on an adventure to enjoy some imperfect moments with friends and family.