There is immense beauty in imperfection!
How many times have we resented when every thing is stripped open leaving nothing to the imagination to understand (I mean literally!), and many a times taken it as an insult to our intelligence?
How many times have we hated when someone lay everything threads bare, and ask a poignant question – Don’t you understand?
How many times have we deeply disliked the face with the perfect contour, except for the gasp of the initial reaction of amazement, that we cannot love just the perfect contour?
How many times have we tried to be the perfect mate and hated ourselves for just not being able to be our self?
How many times have we loathed in the boredom that gets generated of perfect pleasure, and seek for the basic indulgence in the ordinary?
How many times do we hate the perfect score, a full cent percent, that we can no longer can look forward for something more, but fiercely guard a vicarious position?
How many times have we hated the perfected sounds that emerge out of a “perfect” audio system, to a point that we are happy at the DJ creating noises scratching the
CD?
How many times have we raised the question, on why this perfection, and wished that an imperfect world was worth all of it?
It’s in the imperfect, that we can clearly see, learn to truly love, give, grow, adapt, cherish, create memories, enjoy the space, appreciate, abate, emote and just live, and not “exist in a seamless perfection that only is perfect in a abstract perfect world”
To imperfection ~ Gyaani
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Glad that I am not perfect!
BTW: Descartes uses our awareness of an idea of perfection (in our imperfect minds) as the ontological proof of the existence of god (Discourse on Method; Meditations on First Philosophy)
I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
Pleasure man to revile in contmeplation of the imperfect, making it a quest not to be perfect - eh ?!! Paradox I say!
@ the song from Alanis Morsette
Good One - and nice to see you leave comments on the blog !!
Bhai, strictly speaking, didn't understand your comment on the comment. Hence this comment on the comment on the comment :)
It's quest for perfection, abandoned at the last juncture to perhaps to continue the quest for perfection again. To make perfection meaningful. To achieve perfection and pretend not having achieved it by accepting humility and sacrificing the ego of success is the highest perfection - makes the Momin closer to Allah.
Brilliant that you got that :)
- Imperfect world!, beautiful ain't it ?
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