Inner Practice: Be Imperfect

We strive for perfection every day.  

Or so we are taught.

 

Flawless porcelain skin, golden ratio face, chiseled body.

Chic stylish clothing, dazzling accessories.

Fastest car, biggest house, private jets and yachts.

Richest foods and drinks.

Luxurious holidays.

Lifestyle of heaven, they claim.

 

Supportive.

Loyal.

Pretty face.

Caring.

Doting.

Full of love.

God sent and tailored made.

Life partners to make us whole, they say.

 

Be the cream of the crop.

Be the first.

Be the best.

Be the richest.

Be on time, for school, for work, for marriage, for kids.

 

That’s the perfection to strive for a perfect life.

Which in the conquest we miss the point.

 

Perfection stems from ego.

A mirage for happiness.

The chase brings pains

But never joy.

 

Perfection doesn’t last

It is tiring to upkeep.

Right from the start it is fake, unnatural and inauthentic.

 

Nature is messy.

Nature is broken.

Nature is being the way it is,

 

Life is chaotic.

Life is erratic.

Life is being the way it is.

 

Imperfectly beautiful and enchanting.

 

In imperfection, beauty arises.

In imperfection, joy entails.

Because there is no pushing and forcing.

Just being.

In imperfection, life flourishes.

 

Be imperfect.

That is the real perfection.