I’m not
perfect, are you? Realistic people would answer “No!” to that question. Here
are two truths about perfection:
- It’s relative. One person’s definition of it might not agree with someone else’s opinion. We all have our priorities. For instance, one parent might expect her child to get all A’s in school while another mother might be indifferent to academics. In this case, only one of these people includes grades in her definition of excellence.
- It’s a process, not a destination. Most of us learn and improve daily. Growth is an ongoing battle for most of us. Reasonable people don’t think “Okay. I’m faultless now. Nobody can teach me anything. All my goals and dreams have been accomplished.”
There is always something to learn. New ambitions
take the place of old ones.
Imperfection is okay.
Whether we
admit it or not, we’re all on a learning curve. No human being is a finished
product. Life is in a constant state of flux. Physical and mental trauma happens.
Lifestyle changes come about for a variety of reasons.
Many
alterations leave their mark in our minds and our bodies. Some of these
transformations will be pleasant; some won’t. Yet, they all become a part of
us. They are an integral part of our being.
The Spectrum of Life
Today, I
would like to share a poem on the subject of human imperfection. My friend,
Shaheen Darr, has graciously allowed me to mention a poem from her book, The
Spectrum of Life:
My
Best Self
So
you want to see my best self
Polished
and preened, all defects painted over?
As
nice as pie, clear conscience, no hidden
cover?
I
hate to disappoint, but the penumbra in my
being
Hangs
like a haze lingers over crystal waters
Very
much as intended by nature
My
best self consists of a malleable mould
That
cannot be strong, without being weak
From
all things bad, it is the good it does seek.
A
voyage of human discovery
At
the conclude of which no earthly treasure
lies
in wait.
Just
twenty one grams, no more, no less in weight
Will
accolade the best of my life on this earth.
My
Conclusion
Human beings
aren’t static porcelain figurines. We’re similar to pliable clay in the hands of
the divine potter. Every experience and
relationship molds us into a stronger, more malleable work of beauty. It’s an
ongoing process. The beauty is in the process.
How are you
growing each day?
