I'll admit it. I have some very perfectionistic tendencies. I hate to be late. I tend to hold myself to extremely high moral and ethical standards. I want my writing to be perfect. I get it honestly enough. Both my parents have extremely perfectionistic behaviors themselves.
That said, I am the complete opposite of perfect. I am prone to be a packrat (which makes my house look dirty even when it is not). I have a terrible temper. I am susceptible to hurt feelings even when I understand the person who did the hurting is suffering themselves. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
I used to really beat myself up over my mistakes. I'd call myself bad names. I'd berate myself. I would even compare myself to those people I saw as perfect and ask why I couldn't be more like them.
The thing is, nobody's perfect. Even those people we hold up (or get held up by others) as glorious examples of how people should be are not perfect. Those people are usually just better at covering up their imperfections than the rest of us.
Human life was not meant to be perfect, and there's a reason for it. Making mistakes is all part of the learning process. We try something new. Maybe it works out. Maybe it doesn't. When things don't work out, it is time to try a different approach. If you're not making mistakes, you're not doing anything new. You are not growing.
The brilliance of imperfection lies in its ability to grow the human spirit. Imperfection allows us the experiences we need to gain wisdom and understanding. It's why we signed up for this messy human experiment. It is through our imperfections we are perfected.
~CSE
That said, I am the complete opposite of perfect. I am prone to be a packrat (which makes my house look dirty even when it is not). I have a terrible temper. I am susceptible to hurt feelings even when I understand the person who did the hurting is suffering themselves. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
I used to really beat myself up over my mistakes. I'd call myself bad names. I'd berate myself. I would even compare myself to those people I saw as perfect and ask why I couldn't be more like them.
The thing is, nobody's perfect. Even those people we hold up (or get held up by others) as glorious examples of how people should be are not perfect. Those people are usually just better at covering up their imperfections than the rest of us.
Human life was not meant to be perfect, and there's a reason for it. Making mistakes is all part of the learning process. We try something new. Maybe it works out. Maybe it doesn't. When things don't work out, it is time to try a different approach. If you're not making mistakes, you're not doing anything new. You are not growing.
The brilliance of imperfection lies in its ability to grow the human spirit. Imperfection allows us the experiences we need to gain wisdom and understanding. It's why we signed up for this messy human experiment. It is through our imperfections we are perfected.
~CSE
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