I really wonder why does the word ‘perfect’ even exist. Personally I am not very fond of it, its an over-rated word.
Most of the times I have seen/experienced in the search of this so called ‘perfect something' we lose out on to so many amazingly beautiful imperfect moments. The chase to ‘perfect’ I believe is the major issue to us.
The horror of ‘perfection’ has been painted on us right from our childhood. Some of us are able to re paint it, choosing our favourite color, whereas some just get stuck with the same tint of the same color till their grave. Isn’t that sad?
If everything is supposed to be ‘perfect’ then what is the point of us even going through this journey called ‘life’ ? All of us here understand the importance of ‘perfection’ in everything we do. What I really wish is for all of us to know the equal importance of ‘imperfection’ too. Let both of it go hand-in-hand.
There is nothing called as ‘perfect family’ or 'perfect job' or 'perfect relationship'. Its good to look ahead, but once in awhile glance back and appreciate the distance you have covered. Take some pride, you haven’t done bad mate! Hold for a moment, breathe a little, feel it! The day we stop struggling for perfection we will realize what we have had throughout was just so imperfectly perfect!