Perfection is something many of us strive for. But what is perfection? Do we go by the meaning in the dictionary and look to be completely free of faults? Also, even if we tried to achieve that, is that possible? It feels like a chore doesn’t it?
But yes, we’ve grown up thinking it’s wrong to have faults, flaws, weaknesses in our life, in our character.
You fall down, you get back up and forget about it. If it hurts you, you smile in the face of it and move on. You don’t cry.
I think that many of us would have heard these words at one time or another. Because we hear positive words, it feels normal. It shows our strengths. The flaws remain hidden. There are no disappointments. Life goes on.
“I hear a thousand kind words about me, and it makes no difference, yet I hear one insult and all confidence shatters.” – Rupi Kaur
But then comes a moment someone calls us out for a flaw. The call may be in a kind, positive criticism kind of way. It might help us grow if we take it in the right sense. Or it could be a direct insult to that flaw we didn’t want to think we had. It might even be a knife to the back, an insult said indirectly. No matter how many good words we’ve heard before, that one moment perhaps breaks our notion of perfection, and it seems like the world has come to a standstill.
The world will not change for us. It will still have people who will hurt us knowingly. Therefore, what we can do is change a part of ourselves.
Let us accept that we will be hurt, and we can react to it with tears. Accept that it is okay to have those quirks that set you apart from others.
Above all, we have to realize that perhaps perfection doesn’t mean being without a flaw. It means accepting that imperfections are what make us who we are, and that is perfect.
This post is inspired by the Write Tribe Festival of Words (March 2019). The prompt for 9th March is a quote from Rupi Kaur.
Liked this? Read some of my earlier posts written for Write Tribe | for Festival of Words 2019.
Vinay Leo R.
09. 03. 2019
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
That is indeed perfect, Vinay! It’s out imperfections and flaws that set us apart and make us perfect. 🙂 You said it so well.
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Thank you, Vinitha! 🙂 Glad you liked the post.
Spot on. Acceptance of our flaws leads us to become better versions of ourselves.
(Esha M Dutta recently posted… Grief | #Writebravely)
I hope so. Searching for flawless perfection is tiring, Esha.