Perfection looms large in Imperfection
A sedentary Monday morning that started with it’s usual share of strong morning coffee and a reluctant hit to the office. Yours truly even went as far as turn around, cast an unhappy look at Mommy dear, clutched her tummy, tried to get her tummy to make weird noises so she could be let off to stay at home, enjoy an extended weekend, but no Mommy dear was so used to Dotty’s tricks that she just continued waving standing at the door lest dotty just escape inwards.
Ah! So it is that a hapless soul sat before the comp and out of sheer boredom started wading through blogs, much like ducks wade in the waters, only they are very happy doing that and she did it in a slightly melancholic state. Oh! No! She was not suffering from Incurable Hypertension Sleep Disorder Chronic Depression Syndrome. In fact quite the contrary but Monday mornings had an unusually weird effect on her. She felt like standing before the Mirror and making an ugly face at the reflection, hoping against hope hopen that that would quicken the week days into the much loved week end. Anyways that was not to be and she continued her blogosearch. Then it was that she hit upon Gif’s blog and that inspired her to play around with obscure characters and words, type, comma, backspace, myriad words making their way into her blog.
Ms Gif had talked about how Imperfection is far more alluring than is the oft searched for perfection and there is a lot of truth in what she said.
I was reading this book called “The Unbearable lightness of Being” by “Milan Kundera” and there is a certain French Professor (he is not a professor of the French language but more a professor who happens to be French) who falls in love with a painter. Oh yaa, the French do have a weakness for the arty types! He thinks she is perfection personified, that the relationship is par excellence and so he lives in constant fear of losing her. He keeps thinking day in and day out that this is IT, this is the time when she shall declare that she is no longer in love with him. So there is always an unsettling feeling in him, as to when these idyllic days are going to end and sure enough they do but when it does he is actually relieved. When he falls down from that utopic state and actually hits terra firma, he is happy, blissful, at peace with himself. Now he need not fear anything!
Such is the effect that perfection can have on one. When u think that what you have is perfect, something too good to be true then you live in constant fear of losing it. When you do live in constant fear of losing something, the unconscious reflects these thought waves and sure enough they would be treated back with just what the heart and soul were hoping would not happen. So you lose the much coveted object, but just like our French professor you would be relieved and light.
Also when imperfections persist, one has the tendency to break out of them and head towards attaining perfection, however much elusive that goal may be. So there is a constant drive and need at improving oneself and whether or not you attain that goal of seeking perfection you have done yourself a world of good in the journey to the destination. When you enjoy the ride, love the sights that you take in while trying to reach the end, then the destination ceases to be of any importance.
Ah! So it is that a hapless soul sat before the comp and out of sheer boredom started wading through blogs, much like ducks wade in the waters, only they are very happy doing that and she did it in a slightly melancholic state. Oh! No! She was not suffering from Incurable Hypertension Sleep Disorder Chronic Depression Syndrome. In fact quite the contrary but Monday mornings had an unusually weird effect on her. She felt like standing before the Mirror and making an ugly face at the reflection, hoping against hope hopen that that would quicken the week days into the much loved week end. Anyways that was not to be and she continued her blogosearch. Then it was that she hit upon Gif’s blog and that inspired her to play around with obscure characters and words, type, comma, backspace, myriad words making their way into her blog.
Ms Gif had talked about how Imperfection is far more alluring than is the oft searched for perfection and there is a lot of truth in what she said.
I was reading this book called “The Unbearable lightness of Being” by “Milan Kundera” and there is a certain French Professor (he is not a professor of the French language but more a professor who happens to be French) who falls in love with a painter. Oh yaa, the French do have a weakness for the arty types! He thinks she is perfection personified, that the relationship is par excellence and so he lives in constant fear of losing her. He keeps thinking day in and day out that this is IT, this is the time when she shall declare that she is no longer in love with him. So there is always an unsettling feeling in him, as to when these idyllic days are going to end and sure enough they do but when it does he is actually relieved. When he falls down from that utopic state and actually hits terra firma, he is happy, blissful, at peace with himself. Now he need not fear anything!
Such is the effect that perfection can have on one. When u think that what you have is perfect, something too good to be true then you live in constant fear of losing it. When you do live in constant fear of losing something, the unconscious reflects these thought waves and sure enough they would be treated back with just what the heart and soul were hoping would not happen. So you lose the much coveted object, but just like our French professor you would be relieved and light.
Also when imperfections persist, one has the tendency to break out of them and head towards attaining perfection, however much elusive that goal may be. So there is a constant drive and need at improving oneself and whether or not you attain that goal of seeking perfection you have done yourself a world of good in the journey to the destination. When you enjoy the ride, love the sights that you take in while trying to reach the end, then the destination ceases to be of any importance.
posted by OtherHalf at 1:01 PM
3 Comments:
whatta speech! But yes i totally see eye to eye with u on this one!
Gif
@Gif
This post would not have come through if you had not made that innocent/not so innocent statement on perfection or the lack of it. So in a sense I owe it to you.
@@ Guns,
What is this profundity wave hitting u? ;)
First of all your comment was really food for thought and i had to take time off to come up with a suitable reply.
I think if we can replace this word perfection with excellence then life might assume a paradigm shift and we can start attaching more importance to the process than the end itself.
The human mind decides who should gets what! How! And How much! Once we define these limits so to speak and are encountered with anything that falls outside of these boundaries we start getting worried. We think maybe we have got more than our share of the pie. That is probably why we fear it, fear that we may lose it all. So the day u quit worrying about these constraints and stop thinking of this ONE BIG GOAL to be achieved, things would automatically fall in place. You would start to enjoy the nuances associated with the journey and the ultimate possession becomes of little consequence!
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