There have been many writings and opinions around the perfection of imperfection. This writing may be similar, or may be redundant, or may be inspiring. Lately I have been admiring the perfectness of imperfection. Our society warrants so many expectations around this idea, this dream, and these unrealistic expectations of what “perfection” really is. We build it in our heads, in our homes, at work, and in everything we do. That so often we become so engulfed in our idea of perfection, and so frustrated when things don’t go our way — that the imperfection is unenjoyable. That we refuse to learn from the imperfection, and allow it to dictate a victim mentality of “why me” or “why this”.
In reality, the imperfection is teaching us how important it is to to be patient, to be compassionate, to be present and to be authentic. To laugh at life’s most imperfect moments, and find joy (and valuable lessons) when things don’t go exactly as planned. To realize that only time we grow is when we our outside of our comfort zone (or outside of our expectations). Those are the fondest memories, and the times when our strength is getting stronger.
Finding the perfection in everything becomes exhausting. It becomes a dreadful job that is draining, depleting, and defeating. It makes us bitter, short tempered, and forced to react (rather than being patient and responding). Perfection doesn’t exist. Its a shield that prevents us from seeing the world clearly. It holds us back.
Imperfection allows us to grow, to expand, to learn and find inspiration. Imperfection offers an ongoing education of finding balance. Perhaps we should start looking for imperfection. Appreciate the imperfection, and recognize when we see it that we are growing.