Imperfection: The question-Part-1
My life feels imperfect due to,
the fights with my husband over chores,
the arguments with my daughter about her adamance over not eating what’s served on the plate,
the pain in my back that reminds me I am not exercising enough,
the comments about re-work I receive at work,
the turbulences on my mental health caused by my emotions at large.
And I look around to see, whose lives are perfect, who is perfect?
I find so many of them, thanks to the social media.
A video of a couple sharing the chores load looks perfect.
A video of a child finishing a healthy meal served on the plate feels perfect.
Someone’s posting videos of their exercise regime and the goals hit look perfect.
Colleagues lives receiving achievements and praise seem to be perfect.
Someone’s Instagram page on self-help/mental health makes me feel they have got it all right.
But then I pause to notice, that I am not comparing apples to apples.
You may ask, why do I say so?
Because I am comparing
the journey/larger picture /high-definition video format of my life with
a moment/narrow picture /photo format of another’s life.
Whose journey is perfect? Whose life’s high-definition video format is perfect? Not even in the movies?
None will be made unless there is a conflict in the story.
Then my mind realised, that life can’t be perfect but is meant to be imperfect. Like the natural laws of gravity or night and day, human lives are meant to be imperfect. Maybe that’s when we will relish the perfections of our lives much more.
Then I remembered, that my life too has those moments of perfection.
The regular morning smoothie I get to enjoy with my husband as we sit relaxedly on the sofa and talk as we look over the beautiful garden from our balcony.
The days my daughter gobbles all the veggies and healthy stuff I pack in her lunch or serve on the plate, with a big happy smile.
The days when I get to do my yoga or get a chance to go for a walk in the park.
The moments when my colleagues notice the small things I do at work.
The times, when my mind and heart are at it’s peak meditative bliss.
So like there is a setup, conflict and climax — a 3 part act in the movies, maybe our lives too are filled with routine moments, imperfect moments and perfect moments.
Just that, the difference is, unlike in movies there is no “The End”, our life’s cycle continues.
BUT
Having said all this. My mind agrees with it, not my heart or vice-versa. Some part of me, still feels unhappy and sad, to see the imperfections in my life. I am not yet able to be accepting and compassionate about them.
I WONDER WHY?
