Lately there has been a lot of lack of perfection around. And I have cheerfully managed to make a comfortable place for it in life, hoping to make smiling acquaintances with it, if not best buddies. And so it came and hit me smack in the face when the last two weeks, now that I look back at them, turned out to be a ruthless search for perfection, badgering perceived shortcomings into guilty submission.As a friend embarks upon the search for a life partner, the demand for the 'perfect' partner overwhelms my senses. Just as the desire for a perfect body, especially now that we are going swimming. Or the pressure for the baby to sit up/crawl/roll by a certain age. Not to mention, the cooking, cleaning, and keeping a smiling, painted face, ever ready for guests to inspect/comment on.
Why can't we just be? And let others be? Why is it not enough to have a good-enough partner, and not a perfect one? Why is it not enough to have a normal, happy baby, and not a super one? Why is it so difficult to settle for good and not the best?
Rant over. Off to enjoy my imperfect but happy time with N.
2 comments:
The problem is that the definition of perfection is a moving goal post unlike an arithmetic calculation. So qualitative likes and dislikes are aplenty.
The more intriguing part is that what appears "perfect" today might not be "perfect" tomorrow, or maybe "less than perfect"
Sometimes I really dont see the point in achieving "perfectness" in everything, especially since all of us are, bt definiton, so imperfect.
So lets aim for an imperfect ending to a long week and do an imperfect dinner in an imperfect restaurant with imperfect food being served - it will make us realise that even "imperfect" is really good too!!
ummmm... yes, lets :-)
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