Well, no one is perfect.
One of my friends said that in our conversation the other day and this is something that I hear all the time. Hmmm. What does that mean?
Speak for yourself please. Actually, I happen to be perfect. That is what I thought to myself and I even said is playfully (I meant it), but she corrected me again with authority saying that no one is perfect, not even me.
So, what does being perfect mean then? We say it with such ease; I really want to understand it better. Whose definition of perfection is the standard?
Actually, I am perfect just the way I am. Let me elaborate. I am well aware of my own weirdness and clumsiness. I am also well aware that my grammar is not perfect. I also make a lot of mistakes when writing. I often act and then think about it. I could continue this list and we would have pages of material, but I am still perfect despite these so-called imperfections that many love to point out. Why is that? Because this is me and I love who I am. I don’t have to prove that to anyone.
This process took years but I really believe that only through full acceptance of who we are do we find perfection. I can only be ME and this is the best version of me that I could be at this time and the only person I want to impress is myself. It comes from my own definition of perfection, just like everything else. I happen to believe that I am perfect just the way I am. I still want to get better and nicer and smarter – but right here and right now – I am a child of something so powerful and beautiful. That is perfection.
I will soon welcome a child into this world and to think that he/she may grow up thinking he/she is not perfect breaks my heart. When did you stop being perfect? If you do have a child, I assume you thought he/she was just perfect when he/she was born. What do they need to do (or not do) to lose that perfection? Can you separate human being from human doing?
You are not your actions, your mistakes or your words. You are who you want to be, but you came from that perfect place of stillness where perfection floats in the air like clouds on a beautiful summer day. Part of it all.
I am aware that this can be a case of semantics and may not mean much to you but words have incredible creative power. Are you fond of saying that you are not perfect? I am not trying to convince you otherwise, but I do want to invite you to reflect on the effect that it has on your psyche.
I happen to believe that this statement cuts into our own self worth, self confidence and self love and I am wondering if it is costing you something by saying it. Words have power my friends, so every time you affirm something like this – you are affirming an underlying belief about yourself that may not be true. Saying this may also be an excuse for making mistakes or not letting yourself embrace the clumsy part of you (or whatever else might come to mind).
What kind of standard are you creating for yourself? What kind of standard are you creating for others? Can you or others ever live up to it? I would love to hear your thoughts.
