The other day I was watching TV with my mom… it struck me when I heard the tv host say that she was in search for the perfect pair of shoes, and that her search took her all over the world…
We’ll for me this is a bit stupid, and it would seem that she wasn’t really thinking about what she was saying. The shoes she bought in Hong Kong we’re nothing special and just like any other that you can find here… it wasn’t really super unique or whatever… anyways… She kept looking and looking for the perfect pair of shoes, maybe she just wanted to extend the show or whatever because if you’re really looking for that PERFECT pair of shoes, well then my dear, you must be mistaken because you’ll never find it… see, when she finds the perfect pair, she wear it and it gets worn out then it really isn’t the perfect pair of shoes after all… and soon she’d be in search for the next perfect pair… and besides, it was a TV show, what is perfect for her might have been not perfect for the audience…
Then I kept thinking about the idea of perfection…
I realized that we keep looking for it, the perfect mate, perfect shoes, perfect grades, perfect life… but we never get it. You know why? Because we’re naturally never satisfied… satisfaction is only momentary… like everything else in this world, our contentment and satisfaction is subjected to time… and if we’re never satisfied, then perfection remains just an illusion--- something we always hope for but will never actually hold or concretely have.
It is in our natural instinct to keep on searching and working for the next big thing…
Look at ourselves now, at this very moment…
our lungs have never been satisfied with the amount of air it brings in our body, that’s why we keep on breathing…
our stomachs are never really truly contented with the amount of food we take in, because after a few hours we’re hungry again…
our thirst is only momentarily satisfied because after we’ve done some things and we’ve moved around, we get thirsty again…
our eyes keep on looking around, never satisfied with one picture or one view to look at…
and so on…
see, our body itself has a hard time to be at a perfect state… we keep on breathing, digesting, looking, seeing and so on… we’re naturally imperfect and it’s reflected in our body itself.
the fact that you’re reading this essay now means that the previous word you read is not enough to satisfy you, or basically you continue reading because if you stop in the middle then this blog wouldn’t make much sense, would it?...
Look at me for example… I’m continuously typing and typing my hands out… never fully satisfied with what I wrote before… in fact I wasn’t even satisfied that I was able to think or generate a thought… I even felt the need to express myself more through this blog…
So as we continue to breathe, it is a living and concrete statement that: perfection can never be achieved as long as our body still needs something…. But perfection can only aimed for, when we are continuously trying or “something””+ing”…
maybe when we’re dead that’s the time we’re perfect (but that is a big maybe) because we wont feel the need to satisfy anything anymore…
but isn’t it soooo much fun to keep on reaching for that ‘apple’ in the tree (perfection) and as we think we’re almost about to get a hold of it… we just realize that it’s even further up than we thought, so we just continue to reach until we cannot reach anymore… and sometimes, we think we got the perfect apple already, but then we realize that we got the wrong --- so we reach again… hahaha.
So I guess, the fact that we are able to ‘realize’ imperfection is another cause of why there can never be perfection… because we continuously think and think and think and think some more… that nothing is ever truly perfectly perfect in time.
--- Isn’t it humbling to know that we can never be perfect in this lifetime? Or that we can never be perfect in all perspectives… and that as we continue to live and breathe, it only means that our bodies and our selves are continuously imperfect and consistently in need for more.
I guess, humility is really a key to life especially for those who think they’re perfect. Too bad for them because, the moment we think of ourselves as perfect beings then there is really no more room to grow and learn, isn’t there? That’s death for me. And That would be somewhat the state of a living dead; no excitement anymore, nothing more to reach for or hope for or need to satisfy anymore… for me that is really foolish, to spend a life thinking that you’re perfect, in fact I think it’s a waste of life… hahahaha, no offense.
Life is too infinite for us to put a finite ending to it; the state of perfection is for me a limiting factor in life because how could you be perfect?! Perfect in what sense? In what perspective?
life is too big a gift for us to box, it should be a continuous adventure, hence a ‘journey’ or an endless quest of learning, realizing, growing and stuff… and death is something that just makes us realize that we have ‘time’ to consider and a day to make worthwhile because that's just how long we're staying here.... 'just for a while'…
so if you're one of those who think of 'perfect' as if it was something concrete, then i hope i enlightened you OR i hope that i confused you more! because if you're confused now, then it really means that you're not perfect, doesn't it?! hahahaha and neither is the author! hahahaha >:P
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