Embrace
Imperfection
“The
fact of storytelling hints at a fundamental unease, hints at human
imperfection. Where there is perfection, there is no story to tell.”
Ben
Okri
I
hear a lot of griping about the imperfection of the world and its
people these days—in fact, I do a lot of griping about it. Politics
and religion, race and social pressure, climate change and economics;
the controversial subjects we're not supposed to bring up in polite
company, assuming there is such a thing, are all enough to make even
a saint grumpy. We act as though we think the universe should run smoothly, and that humanity should behave like ants in a colony—each
following a prescribed program.
The
world is kind of like Earnest Hemingway—brilliant and troubled. We
all read Hemingway's books in High School. The Old Man and the Sea
was on our reading list, and anyone who hasn't read A Farewell
to Arms and For Whom the Bell Tolls, should put
them on their bucket list. Yet Hemingway, even though he grew up in a
perfectly functional family, was a disaster of an alcoholic who
specialized in risky behavior and eventually killed himself. He
couldn't hold a relationship together to save his life, but oh, my,
the stories that came out of that man's messed-up brain. Would we
really want him to have been “perfect?”
Perfection,
if it exists at all, is boring. We look at it and say, “Wow, that's
perfect!” and walk away. The beauty, and juiciness, and warmth this
life has to offer are found in its very fallibility. The good
stories, interesting people, the reason to strive, and work, and
struggle every single day is grist for a blemished mill. It's
what makes life interesting, and worth living. Don't hide your imperfections. Embrace
them!
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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