The Beauty of Imperfection

The question of which is better, perfection or trying one’s best, implies that perfection may be a worthwhile endeavor. What is perfection, but an attempt to achieve the impossible? Perfection, everlasting, would be a permanent state of the pure, but can such a state even exist? In a perfect world, I imagine perfection as emptiness. A world absolutely devoid of the unwanted, yes, but empty of life as a result. Perhaps, then, a mistake or a flaw is an opportunity for the vibrancy of life to flow into the void?

Without imperfection, where would there be the beauty of renewal—a commitment reaffirmed to remind us of what matters? Without imperfection, where would there dwell the humility of human growth? Without imperfection, where would the love of compassion and forgiveness live? It is through the cracks of the darkness, do we see the light of day. Without darkness, where would twilight end and dawn begin?

Perhaps it would be wise to see the good in imperfection—to embrace the world as made of constant change rather than abhor it as made of constant mistakes. It is not about reaching perfection that matters but rather how one embraces the imperfections in life. In this way, trying one’s best is the rightful path, not only because it is honoring effort, but rather, through implication, it is also leaving space for the beauty of our own limitations.