It so happens that we keep searching for perfection, an perception of a perfect and in the process we don’t see what’s right in front of us, which was the what we had been searching for in the first place.
We are all busy people, well most of us, jumping through hoops, trying to find a solid ground, our solid ground, or perhaps, maybe looking for what excites us the most. And there is a dream, this perfect dream where everything falls into place. It does seem like a perfect adaptation as we imagine it all happen. We relish it for a while, lay down the ideas and the plans to build that dream of ours. It’s not easy and we know that it will never be easy, but we ‘know’ that once we reach there, it just might be easy because we will come to a place where we can call ourselves happy. We work, we work hard, sometimes day and night while sacrificing some or the other thing in the pursuit of a dream, and in the end, we do reach that place, the place which we dreamt of as a child and while growing up, we finally achieve it. We are happy, we are content, and most of all we are satisfied with all the effort we put in and the sacrifices that we made since all of them paid off.
All this while, isn’t this dream of ours a perception of our imagination, a hearsay, or maybe someone else’s reality; our perfect dream, the boundaries to which we have set, with the knowledge that we have and the experience that we have had. Because when we are relishing in the dream of ours, there is a lot that has changed around us, and our perception shifted as well. And our perfect takes a marginal shift and we try to align in a way that we seem fit. Our perfect changes. The one laid down on stone is scratched off as we engrave new ones because we are adapting, well, that’s what we call it anyway. And while we are drifting away from one page to another, adapting ourselves, we might as well be missing out the actual perfect.
Having said that, is our perfect, or should I say a perception of perfect, in any way perfect? Maybe, nothing really is ever perfect. Maybe, it is in the imperfections we find the perfect.
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I never had a perfect dream. Well, I did. But it was never perfect. As I was dreaming of something too perfect, I knew it had its flaws. I know what you are thinking. Everyone’s dreams are the same. Flawed. And that is what makes it interesting, makes it a challenge to let the flaw mold into the one we had dreamt of. I didn’t realize that the flaws made it more the interesting. I was too naïve to think that far, or perhaps I just overlooked. I also realized that there was a tectonic shift in the perception of this perfection. I found myself contemplating and recreating a version of perfect. I thought, if I keep doing this, how can it be my version of perfect. So, I settled for one. I will be honest, I might not have worked towards it, half as good as I thought I did, or I should actually have. As the dust cleared, it was a complete disaster. And in the middle of it all, I sat there, watching an abridged version of my perfection take perfect shape in someone else’s hands.
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#ZtoAChallenge
#WeAllHaveAStoryWeDontTell
#ZtoAChallenge is a world-recognized challenge (it will be soon), wherein people (i.e. me and I alone) write posts on a specific theme (or just random stuff) to challenge oneself to writer better and hopefully learn along the way. This year’s theme is We all have a story we don’t tell. Hopefully, I will try to bring out the story as truthfully as I can. What I mean to say is I will try my best to write as much as I can and hopefully bring out what I really wanted to convey, those in between the lines stories.
9 responses to “Vain”
Is it really perfection or satisfaction? I mean, we draw our dreams on a blueprint. We work for it and if we ever achieve it, we want some more, so basically it will fall on, we never get satisfied? Isn’t it? I guess it’s human nature to ask for more?
I (myself) have bigger dreams when I was younger. I’ve achieved some of it but not all. As I looked at it, there were days when I’ve thought of regretting about it, however I try and look on the positive side, like the things that were given to me even if I wasn’t asking for them. I set small goals, realistic ones so I can achieve them, then I raise the bar each time and strive to do better every time.
People I met, who (hurt me), taught me lessons and made me stronger (so I count them as blessings because I learned from them.
Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I am sure you have done good things and improve yourself. Give yourself a pat on the back, for being such a good friend to me, and some other things you’ve done which you forget to count as an achievement.
Satisfaction could be another word for it. And it’s human nature to settle as well, sometimes.
That’s how each of us should operate, Setting realistic goals and working towards them and then raising the bar each time.
That’s a good thing that you learnt from them. And it sure is a blessing in disguise.
Umm, no.
Well thanks, I will do that. 😀
My satisfaction though depends on what we are talking. Ha ha.
And yes realistic goals are important, also gratitude? When we do feel grateful even with small blessings we will feel positive and positive things will come to us.
Yes, I believe in blessing in disguise.
Touche. I understand. 🙂
Exactly, that right.
Feel grateful for small blessings? I think I understand. 🙂
Yeah, I know. 🙂
We lose the perfect in search of that perfection..
Oh I loved it.
So a anew challenge by you, For you? That is great actually..
We do, don’t we? I mean a few of us. The others are just lucky to get that perfection.
Thank you. Glad that you liked it. 🙂
Yeah, a challenge by me. 😛
No, not for me. It’s open for all. But only I am doing as of now. Need to recruit more people. Would you like to join? 😛
Hahaha,
I could join but as of now I am already drowning…
You have a pretty wise blog and your posts do make sense.
Lovely write ups!
Why, thank you. 🙂
I am glad you like my blog.
And thank you for the appreciation. 🙂