Find the Beauty in an Imperfect Life
Imagine a world that is filled with perfection. The weather is infinitely crisp and dry with a perfect touch of sunshine everyday. All the people around you are beautiful from the outside in; fine curves of muscle on lean bodies coupled with warm hearts, and greeting each other with genuine words of expression, how are you? or I love you.
Imagine a more perfect world. The perfect people driving their perfect cars into the perfect weather. There isn’t traffic, and everyone greets the perfectly fit joggers with genuine greetings, Hello, how are you? They drink their perfect coffee and go to perfect meetings. Their children and their children’s children will naturally follow suit with perfect lives. Perfection was born in everyone and is passed on to everyone. The trait is everywhere and in everything just the way water is fluid and air is necessary and indispensable. Breathing and living is easy in a perfect world. There are perfect hello’s and goodbye’s. Natural disasters and catastrophes don’t exist and people live to their perfect deaths.
Relationships are perfect, job satisfaction is perfect, even health- perfect. The unimaginable becomes imaginable in a perfect world. The weight of negativity is lifted, and the definition of perfection is attained: the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.
What a miserable place. There isn’t any mystery anymore. No one is striving for something unattainable. Everything is attained. No one is suffering. There is nothing to suffer from. No one is cruel. There is no reason to be cruel. There isn’t room in a perfect world for mistakes, grudges, set-backs, fights, getting fired, thinking you’re getting fired, embarassing mental breakdowns in public places, street poverty, financial dependency, narcissism, hurricanes, surprises, average coffee, bad coffee, buying coffee beans at the store instead of coffee grounds, or even awkward sex.
Perfection squeezes out any opportunities to grapple, to love, and to persevere. There are no low’s. There is a basic human need for stuff to suffer from. When our stuff gets knocked, we have to help ourselves. We also have to help others that got their stuff knocked around, too because that is human nature. When there is an opportunity to see the light, we can rise and shield ourselves and others from the darkness that we so often compare with imperfection, with misery. What a thought! An imperfect world is a beautiful, mysterious mess painted with tragedy, lost dreams, and too little time. The beauty is in the flaws where things didn’t work out or where things died.
We are conductors of our own healing. There is beauty in being the artists of our own imperfect, messy lives. Learn to like the average coffee. Learn to like your dented care and shabby apartment. Learn to like when you choose to love the wrong person. Learn to like the times when you can’t stand your job. Learn to like how emotional you’ve been about your poor health. Learn to like when you’re not happy, when you’re so livid with anger at another stupid, imperfect person that you could throw glass and watch with pleasure as it breaks into a thousand imperfect pieces.
Life is too short to hold onto the negativity, and to strive for the notion of perfection. The hardest part in life should be who to share your deepest thoughts with, who to cry to when you’re sad, and who to give all of your love to before it all ends. What nights will you spare to simply be? To be is hard for us to do, as it is human nature to continue to live in chaos and get swept away by the ugly current that life bleeds at times.
Conduct a life in which you are always learning how to like yourself. This way, when things do fall apart and go dark, you can piece your life back together with love and persistence. It is from the conduction of your own life that you create one that is only a reflection of the light in you.
Imagine an imperfect world. The weather is infinitely dark and cold with heavy rainfall. All the people around you are ugly from the outside in; suffering bodies coupled with cold hearts, and greeting each other with unwelcoming stares and insincere words, don’t bother me or I could never love you.
Imagine a more imperfect world. The imperfect people driving their imperfect cars into the imperfect weather. There is heavy traffic, and everyone greets the suffering, impoverished people with ingenuity; I could never love you. They drink their imperfect coffee and go to imperfect meetings. Their children and their children’s children will naturally follow suit with imperfect lives because suffering is a natural part of life, as it always has been. Imperfection was born in everyone and is passed on to everyone like a disease. The trait is everywhere and in everything just the way water is fluid and air is necessary and indispensable.
Breathing and living is hard in this world at times. There are no perfect hello’s or goodbye’s. Natural disasters and catastrophes will come and go and tragedy tolls on the 10 o’clock news and in your neighborhood all the time, sometimes in secret and sometimes in more public ways. Suffering is in our homes and in our hearts.
Perfection is not a goal or a domain, it is not a world we live in. When we continue to love and persevere through imperfection, we can begin to redefine the reality we find ourselves in. Conduct an imperfect life tenderly and with care, and remember to cherish the times when you learned to love yourself even when you hit a low or an obstacle with utter, debilitating loss. Tell yourself, this is what strength looks like. Greet others with hello, how are you, or I love you. Maybe that hello today will create an opportunity for a close-to-perfect goodbye tomorrow, so that the love and perseverance from each person fuels the next in a imperfect web of human mystery.