Young Voice
Perfectly perfect
What is it with the word "perfect"? It may be just one of the words in the dictionary, an insignificant blabber coming from anyone's conversation, or an involuntary expression common to schoolgirls. But to most people, being perfect is easier said than done.
Perfection has been part of any to-do list of man, though it may not be explicitly stated, but within the network of consciousness, comes his desire to be the best of the best.
As I understand, we can do nothing about it, as it is part of our nature as human beings. It is then rational for someone to want to become the best of his league. Yet, the horrible truth of perfection kills millions of brains cells.
I admit, I am confused. Confused on how people would define something without flaw, something for them to be excellent and somewhere near divine. Take the sensitive route of physical appearance for example. Spin the globe to the western side of it and everything rotates around the obsession of Caucasians to acquire the goddess-like tanned beauty. If only the Orientals understand the tantrums of the other race, then they would spot how the white skinned would see their bleaching mania to be a waste of time.
The connotation of perfection in terms of physique and beauty is relatively subjective. Most people already understand that, but still there they are, sun bathing to get the best bronze or saving up money to get the bleached skin of their dreams. I am extremely puzzled, not of perfection as being subjective, but on the thought that people understand its view, but still want to be the best.
I happen to be a lowly victim of its tantalizing venom. Our midterm exams will take place this week. I was readily frustrated unto mastering every bit of information in my textbooks.
Why would one settle for a passing remark when a top score can just be few hours of studying away?
Yes, I too was deeming for perfection. I thought that if I get such a high grade then I would be happy. Then again, I failed to recognize that even if I got a perfect score, I still haven't reached the state of perfection. A few minutes, that is how long happiness would last after seeing a high grade in an exam. After that, what next, as for me it would be an eternity of regret that I could have been sleeping soundly in the wee hours of the night, or enjoying munching on the infamous junk food while watching my favorite soap opera. The state of perfection won't be either of the two, either of the high grades or a paradise of vacation. According to my juvenile mind, it would seem to be simply the state of contentment.
Without contentment you'll feel everything is imperfect. Now if we would all depend on what others say is perfect then we would never find an end to our obsession. I say, redefine the meaning of perfection according to oneself, in order to attain the sense of contentment and eventually happiness.
Perfection is about contentment and redefining it for one's sake. I happen to land on the same hat. If I would sacrifice studying a subject just to use the time on writing this article, or don't submit any article for the week and let myself indulge in studying. I chose the bargainer's benefit; I hasten up my studying and limited my time writing. Though I didn't do both overtly well, I am contented of what I did. Thus whatever outcome would befall my world next week, I'd still say I've done a good decision and will reach the state of perfection, somehow.
Perfection covers three choices: this one, that one or the bargainer's benefit. Choose one, and then be happy and contented about it. Sooner or later, you'll feel perfectly perfect.
Many thanks for the readers who commented on my previous write-up, Dare to be like Cinderella.
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