Imperfections Are Beautiful
“Why do you fall in love with people so easily”, he asked. I stood frozen, for a few seconds, with a thousand thoughts gushing in my mind.
I wish I would have let him know that day, that, I’m able to see beauty in most of the people who happen to cross paths with me. I fall in love, not with the way they look but with the way their souls shine, with their flaws, with their vulnerabilities. I fall for imperfections.
Maybe, just maybe, man is never given anything that is perfect because man cannot handle it, it is his very nature to dedicate his mind to finding the flaw with it and when he is successful to find the same, he rejoices and sees only the flaw, becoming blind to everything else. It is the nature of mortals to find happiness in the things that they find out on their own, whether it is a shadow of a perfect diamond or a faint beautiful reflection in an extremely dull mirror. Man is only given the imperfect, so that he finds out the good associated with it. And therefore, nobody is perfect.
There is no denying the fact that you can’t chase perfection. As human beings, we are hard-wired to avoid being called imperfect, we avoid humiliation, shame, inadequacy and everything that is too emotionally painful to face. We hide it under the false protection of denial. We always want the unknown to be certain, we crave perfection, striving to control and predict outcomes with a lot of success. But, underlying our anxieties is the dread of excruciating vulnerability and horror of being cut adrift and helpless. We try to numb this by denying the facts, by engaging ourselves into stuff that offers us temporary relief and that help us a way out of this state of mind. Why though?
You have failed? You aren’t beautiful? You have got freckles, you are dark? You have got bruises, ugly birthmarks, tattoos and scars? So what? We all start with a blank canvas, and now look at you. Those marks which you think are ugly, are a proof that you have lived your life and the sun has shone on you. You may have tripped a few times but you stood up again. You did get your body seared with scars and liked them so much that you made them a permanent part of yourself. Isn’t that amazing? Isn’t that making you more beautiful? For me, you’re too perfect. Your soul is sparkling with the brilliance of a diamond, your character is massive. I love you and I think, you should love yourself too!
Life shouldn’t be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, loudly proclaiming, “Wow! What a ride”.
The only way you’ll ever discover what it truly means to be alive is by sharing fully, the experience of what it means to be human and having each blemish and freckle that comes along with it. The right people in your life will always love your incompleteness. So be proud of who you are and where you have come from. Go out, let it rain and the sun shine over you. Go seek adventure, fall a few times but rise up being stronger than before. Go do things which you always wanted to do, have fun and be as imperfect as you can be because darling,perfect is boring and imperfections are beautiful!