Perfection. How can imperfect beings have a clue of what perfection is much less how they may achieve it?
Playing in the degrading infrastructure left over from the soviet era in my grandmothers' town of Plungė, imperfection has grown in my heart like a vine around what it means to define a place as quaint, welcoming.
My perspective, like my fingerprint or the way I walk, will never match anyone else's. We all have years of experiences, emotions, desires, among so many other factors that define who we are as people. But, I think we can all come to love imperfection in as many unique ways as there are characters among us and it can offer us common positive outcomes.
Seeking order is practical and necessary. It's much of what makes the foundation of our society. But too much cleanliness restricts organic moments, creative thought, and possibility.
Especially in a time when we're returning to the importance of our biosphere, realizing we're not separate from it, imperfection can mean loving old socks. Admiring the crack in the coffee mug you haven't yet replaced. Reusing gift bags strategically so that none of your friends notice. But overall, imperfection means you are good as you are. It's a reminder that in what already exists there is so much to do and be happy about. Imperfection might just be, ironically, the closest we'll get to perfection.
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