Life can be horribly frustrating. It is even more frustrating when we set unrealistically high standards for ourselves and for those around us; fighting and scratching to be something we're not. On the other hand, some of us tend to set the bar so low that merely existing throughout the day without killing anyone is considered to be reason for celebration. Somewhere in the middle is where "normalcy" resides.
Or, so we have been told.
There are aspects of our lives where each and every one of us strive for what we perceive to be "perfection," and that can range from our hobbies, our work, our body image, or even relationships. In my 52 years on this planet, I've learned that there is no one on this planet who is perfect and no one will ever achieve perfection in the sense of human potential (not talking about spiritual perfection). There is no such thing as the perfect husband, the perfect wife, the perfect child, or so on. They are mythical creatures that have been conjured up by unrealistic standards set by our outside influences. Imagery of the perfect body, the perfect smile, the perfect family are all visages of bovine feces that we have integrated into our thinking and accepted as the standard by which we live.
Does that make sense?
We should be joyously imperfect; celebrating our imperfection from a posture of humility and grace. Hell, I've been in and out of the hospital so many times over the last few months that I can't even remember most of the doctor's names or even why I was there. My health alone reminds me that I am imperfect and magnificently so. There have been days and nights when my pain level was so great that I literally wept and questioned myself about quality of life. My past, both good and bad, also point to the reality that I am far from ideal and it's time that I simply accept that fact and try to live the best I can each day.
I suppose the reason for this silly blog entry is to encourage the rest of the Imperfection Army out there that yes, we are in fact, perfectly imperfect and that's just fine. If we allow ourselves to be honest and embrace our inability to be without blemish, it makes relating to one another so much easier and more healthy.
Let's accept who we are and strive to be the best imperfect little creatures we can be. Let's be imperfect together and celebrate our differences that are worth celebrating and from there, let's change the world one house at a time. Let our imperfection be perfect in its reach to others and to all those within our sphere of influence. To hell with it. Let's just live and be happy where we are, how we are and being who we are.
Of course I could be completely bonkers, but that too is perfectly okay with me.
Ron "Gorilla" Black
