Tears Of Perfection
The ideals of perfection have never offered me much solace. To look at the definition of perfection here would be demeaning and patronising to say the least. The concept of reaching such a divine plateau almost seems irrational. Perfection is only a mere reflection of what we perceive as being faultless. As we have seen with the measures of success some find it difficult to distinguish one man’s success from another. Although we don’t seem to be having that problem with the measure of perfection and why is that so?
The impacts of this quest and what it imposes creates tension within ones self. It has the ability to conjure up mental uncertainty by deluding those finding it hard to categorise it as a need or a want. Magazine covers present themselves as the standard in which judgment and evaluation are based on. Irrespective of the fact that the cover is a falsified manipulation, the elements that we have come to know as perfection are still present.
It is no doubt subjective in respects to how we implement such a device in our day to day lives. In one hand we allow it to pressure us and in the other it encourages us to improve. For the most part it depicts itself as the fire that usually causes you to get burnt.
Is being a perfectionist a proud title to hold? Do we try to do things perfectly for perfections sake? What do we do with the imperfections in people that we love when seeking perfection? When we try to make someone smile we don’t look for perfect symmetry rather we look to see if we indeed made them smile. We overlook the imperfections of that smile because to us it is true perfection.
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