How not to reach perfection

As humans, we tend to continuously search for happiness. And sometimes, we identify this happiness as perfection.  

And so we make every choice, choose every aspect, because we hope this will help us reach total perfection. Later we wonder why we’re unhappy. Why, even though we put our minds to it, we can’t have that perfect life scenario that we imagine in our heads. At this point, it is cliche to say that perfection doesn’t exist. Or does it? I think it does. It’s just not what we picture it to be.

The good AND the bad are what make up the perfectness. People tend to make problems out of nothing. We always look for want we want elsewhere, we are not content with what we have. Sooner or later, we will lose even that. And only when it's gone will we realize that the thing we lost was perfect for us. Why not reverse the process? Why not start acknowledging that perfection is somewhere in our lives and all we have to do is see it. Why not feel happy with what we have now, instead of feeling terrible later when we will have lost the perfection that we already had?

I think that the only way to achieve perfection is by beginning to accept the imperfection in everything. Something cannot be perfect in the true meaning of the concept. But it can be perfect from YOUR point of view. It can be in such a way that you view the negative aspects of the “thing” as perfection. That is the beauty that we fail to observe. The beauty that even something that seems to be ugly can turn into something worthwhile through your perspective. And for something to be perfect, there has to be something imperfect about it. Otherwise, we would fail to see the perfection to begin with.

It’s just what we choose to see. Do we let the bad things cloud all the good parts there are or realize that the good parts wouldn’t be good without the bad? The existence of a “bad part” is simply what makes the perfect part stand out. Without the imperfect, the perfect wouldn’t be visible anymore. We would not have anything to compare it with. It would just be “normal”.

Just like how in life nothing is black or white, things can't be 100% right. What contributes to seeing perfection is exactly the gray in between. It is the acceptance that goes with it. It is choosing to embrace the bad parts, because they bring out the good ones. Without the dark, we would never be able to see the light. And so on, and so on…

Perfection is subjective. And it is hard to conceive the world as being perfect. But there is somewhere where you can find such a thing. It can live in another person. The moment you are in love, you start to see all the negative things that I talked about above, as being perfect. You start accepting the bad, it doesn’t bother you anymore, you view it as perfect. Because, even though you choose to believe otherwise, YOU are perfect for somebody. Why is being unique not perfect? The negative things that you think you have ARE perfections in someone else’s eyes.

I’ve come to think that if you want to be with someone and work towards it being perfect, it never will be. We think that the more effort we put into achieving a perfect relationship, the more perfect it will be. And in the end we are going to be disappointed because it will never be like that. But, we shouldn’t be. What we should be is understanding of the charm that it radiates. We ought to change our perspective, to accept the little things that bother us, to begin to see them as what they are - the complementing parts of perfection.

So we don't have to reach perfection, because if we have someone that we love and loves us back, we already have it. We have a different definition of perfection, but still genuine perfection. And we can understand it by adapting our perception. It's like a circle that is formed as much of the good as it is of the bad, but, nonetheless, it is complete.

So perfection does exist. It lives in and around all of us and, to observe it, all we have to do is pay attention. Because, after all, what we believe to be imperfect IS perfect through its imperfection.