Man is imperfect. This statement is as close to truth as possible, yet volumes have been written about it. Many a men have written treatise on this dedicating their lives to its pursuit. So I cant even begin to pretend that I have figured out even an inch of the true sense in that statement. That, however, does not stop me from poundering about it and seeing how it changes the way we percieve things.
I guess very few would disagree if I said that perfection is boring. A state of perfection excludes any possibility of improvement. And if pursuit for perfection is the driving force for everything in this world, then that leaves nothing else to be desired for. Its like having scaled Mt. Everest. The thrill, the excitment, the sense of accomplishment is all there.. but for how long? What do you do after that? You can go any higher. It cant get any better! So where do you go from here? Down? If any man were to attain perfection, then what would he do next? What choice would he have, but for death?
The essence of life, to me, is the pursuit of perfection that cannot be achieved by definition. If it cannot be achieved, then why bother? I’d say because there is nothing better to do. Man’s imperfection is the sole reason for this existance.
What amazes me is that all the beauty we see in this world are due to the imperfections. Be it the Cindy’s mole, or Salma Haiak’s accent, or monolisa’s smile. Man cannot love or appreciate what’s perfect, and that again is a part of his imperfection. That simply means that we are imperfect because we like imperfection. Our pursuit of perfection is merely trying to make the imperfection more subtle. The subtler it is, the more beautiful it will look. It is like a striptease, although the ulimate goal is to take all the cloths off, the pleasure is all in how much cloth is left covering the flesh, and how long it takes to have it slip off. I know of countless people who tell me that they like the ‘quirks’ in their significant other. They find it ‘cute’ and ‘adorable’. They are simply talking abt imperfections that they choose to love.
What we like the most, is what is flawed the best!
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