What is perfection? My dictionary says it’s the state of being without flaw or defect. So, perfection by that definition does not exist anywhere in the known universe, which is a state of raw imperfection, seeking to balance and harmonize itself and never quite making it—kind of like us.
We tend to distrust the perfect, the flawless, the “superior.” Even a perfect God is more to be feared than adored. Throughout history, the adoration or worship of the deity has been out of fear of the deity’s possible wrath. That’s no way to live.
But thank the Powers That Be, you’re not perfect. And a good thing, too. You’d be nothing less than boring without all those little faults and misshapes that you so often dislike about yourself. Those defects, as you may call them, can be taken lightly.
How to recognize the value of your flaws and defects:
Celebrate your imperfections. They keep you connected to the rest of us.
“You can resent your bald spot or be glad you have a head.” (Anon.)