When I was born, I apparently nailed it with a perfect APGAR score. Who knows—maybe that was the last time I could claim perfection! As the song goes, “Oh Lord, it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every way.” But in all seriousness, total perfection isn’t a goal I want to achieve. Why? Because perfection is a trap.
For one, if you’re perfect, what would you strive for next? And two, what a miserable reputation to have to maintain. Nope, that’s not for me.
As humans, we are inherently imperfect—and that’s the beauty of it. Mistakes are not just allowable; they’re inevitable. No one is flawless, no matter how close they may seem. Even Sheldon Cooper, the brilliant mind from The Big Bang Theory, proves the point. Sure, he’s a genius, but socially? Total nightmare. And he doesn’t exactly embody what society might deem the “perfect male figure,” either.
Some people may look amazing on the outside, but let’s be honest—they’re the same folks who might take a dare to sniff a pool’s bottom. Every one of us has quirks, flaws, and moments of ridiculousness. And it’s those very imperfections that make us unique.
We were all created with an amazing sense of self, an intrinsic value that isn’t defined by our so-called “perfections.” Our race, creed, color, nationality, sexuality—these are the brushstrokes that paint the masterpiece of who we are. None of it is so strange or “other” that it doesn’t belong.
Of course, I’m not excusing illegal behavior (well, not the kind of illegality driven by subjective dogma). But outside of that, there is room for every kind of weird, wonderful, and different.
So here’s to the perfectly imperfect. To the mistakes, the oddities, the quirks, and the individuality that make life rich and worth living. Perfection is overrated. Humanity, with all its messiness, is where the real magic lies. See you out there.
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