I ramble through my day looking for the meaning of the word “perfection”. I find one which only confuses me more. I wonder what is perfection?
- Is it what I believe it is or is it what you believe it is? or
- is it what the world keeps telling it is.
I only get more confused cause now I have so many more meanings attached to “perfection”. I scribble my imperfect thoughts and find it delightful perfect.
Come to think of it, when I was an infant, everyone said I was perfect. It is only when I started growing up and words were taught to me, I realized I may not be perfect. Because I kept hearing different things between the ages of 7-12 years, then when teenage life set in, I was imperfect and needed to work towards perfection. I asked my friends for help, however, they too were lost finding perfection in this imperfect world. How much I wanted to share my dilemma, and my confusion, yet except for a few moments, the world projected her imperfections on me and convinced me I am not perfect. It told me to apply this cream and that cream to get a clear skin. It told me to grow my height to be accepted in a tall world. It talked about competition to win the rat race, no matter what the price I pay.
Finally, I lost my teenage life to become a youth full of zest and zeal. I walked tall into the world wanting to conquer it all. I believed so until I had a great fall. I was told to refer to the stars and the numbers to find my perfect moment. I was told to study more and more and get qualified. After all, its a question of survival in this competitive world, I was told. I slogged and worked hard to get my degrees and showed it proudly to the world only to be told ..boss this does not work anymore. do you have influence, contacts in the real world? if not, you will be shown the door. I was now truly worried as I had loans to pay, family to raise and prove my worth to this world. I was hopeful and carried on.
I finally landed a job in an organization and time flew by. I rose the ranks slowly. There were lot of moments when I made choices against my heart. I could hear it bleed. yet I knew I had to survive in this world, raise a family and of course, now I had a loan to repay for my house, travel the world, buy the latest gadgets. time flew by.
I was now suffering with ailments, ailments which were earlier whispering to me to take care of my emotional, physical, mental and spiritual health. I paid no need, and it surfaced on my body in the form of BP, cancer, diabetes, arthritis etc. I was not ready to give up. I took pills and tonic in the hope of a healing, only to know it was too late. I was dying slowly.
In that moment, I discovered life for the first time. Oh how much I regretted the moments I squandered. I knew I could not get it back. Yes, what I could now do is share it with you my friend who is just started your journey of life. I hope you will learn from my mistakes and make them none.
I must share that you are perfect just as you are with all your blemishes, short hair, pimples and dimples, scars et all. that you are born itself is a gift to rejoice and celebrate cause you are divine in every way, often to only discover it when you leave your caged body, hovering as a soul discovering that your imperfection was a gift to the world.
If you have a tear in your eye, you know that your story and mine is the same. Lets change our story while we still have time.
– #SJ
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