01 August 2008
Perfection exists.
Take note of that dot.
This is not philosophizing. Neither, preaching. I was simply pissed at some idiot who kept uttering “Nothing is perfect” for the duration of a miserable 2-hour traffic jam. So I got me some peanuts, stared at some cute passengers waiting for buses on the shed, and struggled to keep myself from throwing my plus-size seatmate at the moron.
Then I tried to use what's left of my microscopic brain. It sounds highly rewarding, but due to natural human disbelief and basic idiocy, it goes on reverse and bars us to experience the very thing itself.
I'll keep this short, as I'm not as intelligent as theorem writers (and according to Mr Teacher, I nobody knew that “Nothing is perfect”. That dead pube.). And yes this is a sorta-disclaimer too.
Now. I see “perfect” as a mere limiter, its concept acting like cancer infesting our cores. It is originally a positive idea, almost always promising the best of light emotions to anyone who would aspire for it. Yet today perfection appears as a huge, immovable boulder blocking our systems. Per. Feck. Shun. Today I look at that word as an ironically debilitating concept: It stops us from feeling happy. Its “impossibility” sets us back... or sends us in all other directions but still with the same end. It forbids us from acknowledging happiness.
But that is exactly the point: People DO get contented. But at that second when “Nothing is perfect” begins ringing in our senses, that's when we fail:
I get a free piece of my favorite donut. That's perfect! And I eat it with gusto (i.e. in three seconds flat—yes I'm a 5-foot monster). But if I start wanting ANOTHER free donut, the experience now becomes trash. I missed that point where I was happy with my free bread. It was perfect but now I'm stupidly back to nothing but, more unfortunately, greed. I missed perfection when it was right in front of me (glazed and all). There was perfection but now I'm unconsciously reminding myself that “nothing is perfect.”
What if it's already there? What if inside we already feel... satisfied? Things do become perfect but we let our jaded principles dismiss them in a split second and push us to want more...
There is perfection. It's happiness. Subjective as that emotion is, in our raw states it still means completely the same and gets us off the same way. It's a fleeting thing but come on, if we believe “nothing is perfect” then surely in our world “nothing comes for free” as well. What's a challenge every once in a while.
When speaking of perfection one may dream of spotless ecstasy or rally for eternal euphoria, but really,
Does it get any better than happiness?
This is not philosophizing. Neither, preaching. I was simply pissed at some idiot who kept uttering “Nothing is perfect” for the duration of a miserable 2-hour traffic jam. So I got me some peanuts, stared at some cute passengers waiting for buses on the shed, and struggled to keep myself from throwing my plus-size seatmate at the moron.
Then I tried to use what's left of my microscopic brain. It sounds highly rewarding, but due to natural human disbelief and basic idiocy, it goes on reverse and bars us to experience the very thing itself.
I'll keep this short, as I'm not as intelligent as theorem writers (and according to Mr Teacher, I nobody knew that “Nothing is perfect”. That dead pube.). And yes this is a sorta-disclaimer too.
Now. I see “perfect” as a mere limiter, its concept acting like cancer infesting our cores. It is originally a positive idea, almost always promising the best of light emotions to anyone who would aspire for it. Yet today perfection appears as a huge, immovable boulder blocking our systems. Per. Feck. Shun. Today I look at that word as an ironically debilitating concept: It stops us from feeling happy. Its “impossibility” sets us back... or sends us in all other directions but still with the same end. It forbids us from acknowledging happiness.
Porn diva: Simply, people are never contented. That's why.
But that is exactly the point: People DO get contented. But at that second when “Nothing is perfect” begins ringing in our senses, that's when we fail:
I get a free piece of my favorite donut. That's perfect! And I eat it with gusto (i.e. in three seconds flat—yes I'm a 5-foot monster). But if I start wanting ANOTHER free donut, the experience now becomes trash. I missed that point where I was happy with my free bread. It was perfect but now I'm stupidly back to nothing but, more unfortunately, greed. I missed perfection when it was right in front of me (glazed and all). There was perfection but now I'm unconsciously reminding myself that “nothing is perfect.”
What if it's already there? What if inside we already feel... satisfied? Things do become perfect but we let our jaded principles dismiss them in a split second and push us to want more...
There is perfection. It's happiness. Subjective as that emotion is, in our raw states it still means completely the same and gets us off the same way. It's a fleeting thing but come on, if we believe “nothing is perfect” then surely in our world “nothing comes for free” as well. What's a challenge every once in a while.
When speaking of perfection one may dream of spotless ecstasy or rally for eternal euphoria, but really,
Does it get any better than happiness?
12 said something:
the word perfect is perfect.
There is perfection. It is happiness.
As in that feeling of nirvana? Or unexplained ecstasy? :)
As in that feeling of nirvana? Or unexplained ecstasy? :)
I agree that the idea of perfection is very subjective. What might be perfect in my eyes may not necessarily be the same with someone else.
Case in point: Several months ago, my fiance's sister and I were talking about the Bible and in Genesis, it said that Adam and Eve were created perfect. It also says in the succeeding books that we will be restored to perfection when God's Kingdom comes. Now, my question to her is this: when the Bible says that Adam and Eve were perfect, or that we will be restored to perfection one day, what exactly does that mean? Perfect in the physical sense? Spiritually? How do you define perfection?
She replied with, "maybe we'll all be beautiful.. perfect in every way.." To which I replied with, "but beauty is very subjective.. people of old considered being plump beautiful because it was a sign of fertility.. and our concept of beauty nowadays also vary.. we think that being thin or built is beautiful but isn't that easily influenced by the media? and aren't we all created by God who creates everything the is pleasing to His eyes? So technically, we are all beautiful already.."
Maybe perfection is harmony..? Finding reasons to be happy despite everything? Acknowledging the good and the bad and being content?
Sorry for the long comment.. I just found your post very thought-provoking =) Good one!
Case in point: Several months ago, my fiance's sister and I were talking about the Bible and in Genesis, it said that Adam and Eve were created perfect. It also says in the succeeding books that we will be restored to perfection when God's Kingdom comes. Now, my question to her is this: when the Bible says that Adam and Eve were perfect, or that we will be restored to perfection one day, what exactly does that mean? Perfect in the physical sense? Spiritually? How do you define perfection?
She replied with, "maybe we'll all be beautiful.. perfect in every way.." To which I replied with, "but beauty is very subjective.. people of old considered being plump beautiful because it was a sign of fertility.. and our concept of beauty nowadays also vary.. we think that being thin or built is beautiful but isn't that easily influenced by the media? and aren't we all created by God who creates everything the is pleasing to His eyes? So technically, we are all beautiful already.."
Maybe perfection is harmony..? Finding reasons to be happy despite everything? Acknowledging the good and the bad and being content?
Sorry for the long comment.. I just found your post very thought-provoking =) Good one!
tagalog comment. :->
whoa ang haba nung comment nung nasa taas. kala ko hiwalay na post okaya post srcipt mo eh. LOL. (baka mapaaway ako ah. joke lang po)
hmm. totoo naman. kaya lang naman hindi nagiging perfect kasi hindi makuntento. anjan ka na, naexperience mo na, magrereklamo ka kasi wala na, kaya iisipin mo na hindi perfect. kasalanan din sa diyos yun e.
di mo naman maappreciate yung isang bagay hanggang mawala nalang sayo ng di inaasahan.
whoa ang haba nung comment nung nasa taas. kala ko hiwalay na post okaya post srcipt mo eh. LOL. (baka mapaaway ako ah. joke lang po)
hmm. totoo naman. kaya lang naman hindi nagiging perfect kasi hindi makuntento. anjan ka na, naexperience mo na, magrereklamo ka kasi wala na, kaya iisipin mo na hindi perfect. kasalanan din sa diyos yun e.
di mo naman maappreciate yung isang bagay hanggang mawala nalang sayo ng di inaasahan.
nicely put Xio! ^_^ you are right, perfection is subjective..
for example, in my eyes my son is perfect no one can say otherwise. teehee and a perfectly glazed donut sounds just about perfect to me too!
great one keep em coming!
for example, in my eyes my son is perfect no one can say otherwise. teehee and a perfectly glazed donut sounds just about perfect to me too!
great one keep em coming!
White: If we ever start looking at ourselves and stop salivating after others' gains.
Jai: And apparently, invisible.
Herson: Just happiness. No adjectives. :-D
Karen: Thanks! Meanwhile, I'm going back to investigating as to why Eve bit the apple when something more appetizing had already been offered her by boy Adam...
Vera: Kung mawalan kaya ng Skittles and M&M ang mundo, sasaya pa kaya tayo?
Vannie: Pasalubong ng bayan!
:)