Regular readers will know I’m a big fan of Pribek. I suppose it is the way that he writes about so many varied topics, much as I try and do, and tends to be a bit philosophical. He thinks beyond the obvious and that brings with it fascinating articles. I honestly can’t praise him highly enough. One such post on Saturday really got me thinking. Jack says perfection is boring, and I’d definitely have to agree with him. What I began thinking, though, is whether genuine perfection actually lies in imperfection. Are we seeking the wrong goal?
As I said in my last entry to the Mystery Topic Challenge what makes life worth living is variety. The logical extension of this idea would be that any attempt to homogenise (and the pursuit of perfection is clearly that) actually takes away the very things that make life so great. So, does it stand to reason then that imperfection is perfect? How many of you have ever said to a lover, “You look perfect”? I am certain all of you actually meant it, to you your lover is perfect, because of the many imperfection they have that make them who they are.
It is, thus, imperfection that is truly perfect. Let me know, what do you think?