Last week I attended my kids preschool graduation ceremony and it was such a delight to see a group of pre-schoolers singing on stage. It sounded more like a mix of mumbling, shouting and then there was one kid with a loud out of sync voice who got our attention, thus adding to the bouquet of our wonderful memories. How insipid a perfection would sound in this scenario!
Imperfection is the mother of creation. To be perfect is to comply with the standards and it does not let you think out of the box. It is like eating a cereal without the crunch. The very reason perfect hairdo is kind of unexciting and looks all made-up, while slightly ruffled hair look is attractive. Similarly, a perfectly tidy, sterile house looks spotless but a cozy house with a lived-in feeling is warm and delightful.
Perfection is fictitious whereas people are real. Living by this theory lets me be me with my insanity and sloppiness, and also it makes it easier to embrace the world around with its flaws.
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