As I sit down struggling and trying so hard to find the right words to pen down my thoughts, I can’t help but wonder – does perfection even exist? Or rather, what is perfection? Is it just a state of mind or is it just a myth? In one way or the other, all of us are striving for it. But the point is, do we ever reach it? Then again, what is perfect for one person can be below average for another- then how do we define it? When I try to stretch my the limit of my thinking I begin to notice nothing but imperfections around me. Everything I look at seems imperfect. So is it that looking for perfection or being a perfectionist means concentrating on the imperfections and being bothered by them? Or does it mean knowing that they exist and trying to make the best out of them? It’s hard to define.
It’s practically impossible to achieve 100% perfection, so does that mean perfection is just a relative term which we use to make imperfection sound better? It’s funny how relativity creeps into every aspect of our life. If you think deeply, it’s all co-related. It’s a loop. The more you try to look for answers the more you will see that it all leads to only one conclusion- and that is the existence of nothing. A big zero. It’s all a perception. It exists if you think it does, and doesn’t if you think it doesn’t.
Let us look at it in this way- to a certain person, a perfect life could mean having a comfortable place to live in, a person to love and food to fill his stomach. Similarly, for another person perfection could mean living the life of a caveman and being close to nature. Both have their own ideas of perfection which are totally fine and not wrong in any way. But at the same time, if they are made to switch places they would find it to be a complete misfit and far from perfect. This also implies that perfection too, like many other parameters in life is a relative term. So does that mean we stop looking for it and live with the imperfections by looking at them positively? Somehow even that doesn’t convince me. Though I can accept that it is relative I am not able to give up on the idea of perfection. Why that attachment to the idea of it? I don’t know. Somehow I feel it’s all a vicious cycle. Perfection leads to expectations, which in turn leads to disappointment and frustration. Then how do we escape this cycle?
Ever since the beginning of our lives, we are fed with so many ideas with or without our knowledge. These ideas form the basis of our belief system and continue to be with us even when we grow up. We end up accumulating so much but we never think about clearing this clutter. As we grow it all piles up and stands in the middle of our path to happiness. Our ideas of perfection, life, likes, dislikes are all based on our upbringing and what we absorb from our surroundings and society. If we look at it carefully, very little of it is our own. Most of it is borrowed or unknowingly absorbed. And these ideas and beliefs are so deeply rooted that even if we try extremely hard we are unable to look at things clearly and without judgement. We attach everything we do in the present to some memory in the past. All this summed up together leads to nothing but disappointment in the end. Thus, as we grow, along with accumulating knowledge and ideas we should also perform a daily act of purging what is unnecessary from time to time. When we actually perform this ritual for a certain period of time we begin to see things for what they are and not mistaken them for what they should be. Which in turn means that our ideas of perfection are in sync with our current state of existence.
But then the question remains- does perfection exist?
Honestly, it does not matter. Because when relativity comes into being, all that exists is nothing!