What do you consider to be perfect? How is it perfect and why? Does it cause you anxiety that the perfection will be lost, smudged, broken, lost…?
Perfection is not possible as a constant state of affairs, lives, existence, actions or persons nor is it necessary. It would in fact be harmful in the long term because it would leave you stuck and bored once the magical awe you were first struck with wore of. Long term perfection would get so stale that you would soon be switched into destruction mode and want to break something just so that you get some dissonance and excitement. We need imperfections because they allow us a place to go, a place to reach and strive for, something to grow towards. But as much as we don’t need and cannot achieve perfection to stay forever as a constant, we also need the idea of it and have an innate need to produce things that are perfect in our imagination. So we create deities, angels, saints to try and shove it into a symbolic form which can then be grasped and worshiped. Perfect should be thought as an asymptote – a line that gets closer and closer to another and continues doing so into infinity without ever really reaching it. The beauty is not in the anticlimax of reaching but in the effort and creativity of searching, in the process of trying so many different things until something works or sort of works and then you continue on tweaking it to get even closer to the line. We’re at our best when we’re trying to figure things out, not when we’re handed the answer right away.
We’re all a bit imperfect and that is magnificent. We’re all a bit warped, bent and askew in our own way, fighting to find balance while we’re spinning. We course correct as we see fit in an imperfect thing that doesn’t go according to the naive plan which presumed it can foresee all of the factors and their interactions. The next time it seems you just can get it to be quite perfect, take a life lesson from the Japanese aesthetics of wabi-sabi – the philosophy of acceptance of all that is imperfect, broken, unfinished or in a phase of transition. Expand it from the visual world of objects into the whole of life. Everything, absolutely everything is a work in progress, and it is unfair to demand perfection of someone or something when you yourself are not perfect. Even the seemingly perfect mutates by deriving new meaning from the changes in the everyday life and the larger course of things. We’re all essentially imperfect and that is all right. It is more than all right; it is what makes it all interesting, real and alive.