I don’t know how susceptible we are with our flaws. I believe that all my flaws, make me human and not someone asking for unswerving loathe. Life has taught me right from the beginning that aim for perfection, aim for the best, aim for being the best, aim for being impeccable and leave no scope for discrepancy, but I find it utterly disturbing.
Life is not meant to be perfect; it is meant to be flawed, a pinch of failures and regrets, presence of things that gave you such a flight in the moment and now you wish you hadn’t done, life is about being unpredictable, to always be able to grow, to learn, to expand, to develop & to evolve. Perfection is dangerous, since there is nothing after it. Perfection is end of innovation, creativity and especially of expecting something new.
Perfection leads to benchmarking- of forever having a biased vision, of forever limiting your ideas your imagination and your desires. Albeit, flaws give you another chance- to grow, to learn, to become more than what you actually are, to cherish, to revel, to involve, to be something unpredictable, something new, something extraordinary or probably a chance to err again.
“A chance to err again”-what would that be? A chance to err again is a chance to live again. Let’s learn it this way; when you make a mistake, you tell that you are sorry. Technically, sorry implies that you are not going to do it again or at least have an intention to not do it again; but how often do you keep it? For say I tell my mom sorry almost every day and that has been there for past 2 decades and even more.
My flaws have made me better, they have brought a new vision to me, they have empowered me and they have also given a chance to expect more from me. More from me? More in the sense that they know that I might err or I might succeed, there is a catch, a chance, an ambiguity and there lies the brilliance. They have taught me to be my own strength, to fall and get up again.