How to be perfect?

I ensure you, by reading the body of this write-up, you won't get the answer to that question. It's not too late to quit reading this piece.

According to the conventional, optimistic and successful societal bunch; or the elderly, who've set up the basic definitions and criterion for a top-notch nob; or the best-selling self-help crap, that is just veiled propaganda on how to be robotic-enough; or the social media, which is crowded with a parade of happy, rich, glittery photos of depressed people; according to them, being perfect is quite easy. Being perfect is like a maths formula. Insert the numbers and bam! All that solves the math of our lives is a 'Reach your goal in 100 days' book. You can be anything, you can be everything. Successful, rich, pretty, handsome, wise, intelligent, kind, perfect. Basically, you'll be godlier than the god. 

Sarcasm aside, why am I so against being perfect? It isn't crime for sure. It adds goals, dreams, positivity to life; but it does subtract something very important too. Identity. You can squeeze yourself to fit into varied shaped vessels, like a piece of putty. You can wear any color like a chameleon, to blend into different sceneries. What about your own unique shape & color? It is quite frustrating to abide by the rules on how to live, which were in first place, written by a fellow imperfect ancestral human being. We are always living by the standards set up, sticking to them is nearly possible. Living such goal-oriented lives, even for the winners, the end-point is not as satisfying as anticipated. It is not the typical 'happily ever after' that follows. We acquire a customised set of psychiatric issues, we get dyspepsic with eating habits, we get bald with barbering worries. 

The only solution to all this is realisation. Being imperfect is not wrong. In this era of 'go hell for leather', it is even more unfeasible than being perfect. Allow me to be one of the people, who'd tell you this: it's okay to not be pretty enough, smart enough or kind enough. it's okay to not be the better or the best. Mediocrity is surprisingly, the best ocean to voyage on. Free yourselves and escape away from the grips of expectations. The facade of vile social media, displaying reels of hyped, scripted bliss; acted by people, who're actually broken in their own way, is unexpectedly escapable. Ending of this ironical self-help crap: don't be perfect, be the right amount of human and the right amount of madman.

 

 

 

 

 

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