The imperfect Felicity!

Perfection is a much celebrated word in today’s world. We want perfect homes, perfect jobs, perfect bank balance, perfect life partner & the list is endless. We are a perspicacious generation and won’t settle for anything less than what we deserve. Imperfections scare us. We can’t accept someone or something with flaws. There this untold stigma attached with them. They seem like loses, a liability to our own character.

This got me thinking that why are we so obsessed with perfection? What would happen if we settle for something less than we desire? Would the world economy collapse or would there be a third world war? I don’t think any of it. But our never ending string of ambitions and the conceived desires shouts at the top of its voice demanding more, every time we open ourselves, taking a vulnerable decision. But is this chase all worth it? Some say for the sake of comfort and future, this is a necessity. But has anybody seen how future looks? What about our present then? Why present has no importance in its presence while the unknown future dominates?

Life will be much simpler and stress free if we take pleasure in little things and indulge in little delights of our lives. A carefree walk every morning embracing the chuckling Sun, a mousy coffee while reading our favourite novel, a small but warm chit chat with an old friend could be the possible delicacies of your life that can make your day sweeter as the day unfolds, before you let yourself caught in the race. Reminds me of a beautiful poem by William Henry Davies, as I dig into my childhood treasure. It goes like

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Sounds Familiar?

No doubt, not every one of us is blessed with the liberty to enjoy the luxury of comforts but if you cherish the small happy delightful moments, each day has to offer and count them since the morning till the time you sleep at night; you will realize that it’s more than you ever imagined. Maybe on some days it would be countless while on some not so good days, it might be little less. A little imperfection here and there won’t hurt, would they?

In my opinion, imperfections would only enhance the beauty of something we always imagined or try hard to bring to reality; perfection because no wonder, imperfections make things human, mortal and allow us to comprehend the incomprehensible.

Then why not leave this chase for once in a while, indulging in the things we love and settle for a less perfect life, celebrating imperfections! Celebrating life!