Perfection… what is it really?
Is it having the perfect look? The perfect
height? The perfect attitude?
People unconsciously tout themselves to be
perfect. They are the right body size, they have the perfect personality, the
perfect life, the perfect friends etc, etc, etc. Everything in their lives are
spick and span and they’re running head to head with Jesus on the scale on
perfection.
I am not perfect. I’ve never seen myself as one
and In fact, I’m more aware of my flaws than of my strengths.
Don’t get me wrong; It’s not inferiority
complex. It’s simply facing the fact that I’m only human and as much as I try
to be the best expected of me, in the end, I’m still fallible.
Everybody has their faults. I just happen to be
one of those who acknowledge and face theirs. It doesn’t make me a bad person,
just a realistic one. There are days when I’m like a ray of morning sunshine
and there are days when my people feel like knocking me over the head with a
mallet.
The very first step towards change is the
acknowledgement and acceptance of fault. I’m just work in progress. I may not
be where I’m aiming to be yet, but thankfully I’m definitely not where I was
when I started this journey.
Please don’t expect me to be perfect. I can
only be the best person to people who still love me despite my faults and
failings. Them, I love so dearly and enough to go through this constant improvement of
self also because it means a lot to them to see me get better with each passing day.
I am not the S.I unit of perfection… I can
never be.
Perfection is the man who once walked this
earth many years ago. As long as we occupy flesh and blood, no one can ever
come close to that.
