Perfection.

Something one of my friends said the other day really bothered me. We were listening to a song in the car, and the guy singing it doesn’t have a perfect voice or anything, but it’s still a good song in my opinion. But while listening to it, we were talking about its imperfections and I said that there is something truly beautiful in the flaws. Her response was, “well, people don’t want to pay for something less than perfect.”
I understand where she is coming from. I will always grab a different shirt at a store if one has a stain on it. But we were talking about art from another human being. And if you don’t expect yourself to be perfect, how can you expect someone else to be?
I think perfection is something that has been way overplayed in our society. We expect to get perfect grades and have the perfect job and perfect life. But who can actually live up to that?
The imperfections and the flaws in people and in life are what make things interesting and make situations end differently than you expect. Without flaws, you lose the inherent humanity that is so evident in every last one of us.
The last thing I would want is for someone to be judging my life and count it as useless because I am less than perfect. In fact, I am far from perfect. I have flaws. A lot of them. And I hate them, but at the same time, they make me who I am. And I’m not saying that we are defined by our flaws because that would be ridiculous. But our flaws are a part of who we are and they are something that we need to be aware of.
How can we expect perfection of another, when we aren’t perfect? I love getting to know someone’s flaws because then I have something in common with them. WE are both FLAWED human beings.
And you know what? I don’t want to be perfect. Because I would be lonely in my perfection.
There is only one true, perfect, being.
And I never ever want someone to compare me to that level of perfection. And I don’t want any other human being to feel that they have to be at that level either.

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