I’m not sure why the concept of perfection exists. Is there anything in this world that is free from flaws or defects? When we say we are striving for perfection, do we all have the same idea of what that is? Do we all visualize the same thing?
I don’t think so.
Or I’m I looking at it the wrong way? Is perfection in all of us, in everything? Do we all embody the billions of variations that perfection can take? Are we, in fact, free of flaws and defects?
If that’s the case, why are we so quick to cut ourselves and others down? If none of us – or all of us – are perfect, then why are we obsessed with comparing ourselves to one another? Why aren’t we more patient with ourselves?
I don’t know why this topic is floating around in my head. Maybe it’s because of the multiple interviews I have had to translate this week at work; so many people keep repeating the phrase that humans make mistakes. That no one can do everything right all the time.
And that’s true – but does it change the wholeness of who we are? Is being human a flaw? A defect?