Wednesday, March 27, 2013
None of us are perfect. Who would want to be? I suppose, ironically, that if you were perfect all the time then you would eventually strive for something else. Besides, what is perfection? Health? Happiness? Size 6? Do any of us even know? And yet here we all are, striving for perfection. Jeez. What a grand old bunch of numpties we are.
I feel FAR from perfect. My house is constantly a tip, Iím rubbish with money, my eating habits are appalling, Iím overweight Ė obese even, I cry at stupid things, and I feel like I just donít live a fulfilling life right now. But then maybe to someone else I have aspects of perfection. I have a loving boyfriend, I have a steady income, Iím quite a good musician (if I do say so myself), Iím really good at planning things, I constantly get compliments off complete strangers about how pretty and blue my eyes are, I get to play mummy at the weekends to boyfriendís daughterÖ So why donít I feel fulfilled?
I guess when you stop striving for better you stop living. If I woke up one day and decided that everything in my life was perfect and I was happy to just stop trying so hard now, then things would just stop. And whereís the fun in that?
This is very rambly. But sometimes we need to ramble and think. For me pondering something makes me feel satisfied that I understand my own perspective on it. How can I define perfection by anyone elseís rules but my own?