The prison of perfection, is it fool’s gold?
The definition of perfection: ‘the action or process of improving something until it is faultless.’
Our culture is now obsessed with perfection, looking perfect, acting perfect, being perfect. The Instagram and selfie generation of documenting our flawless lives. We are walking down a dead end road that just leads us away from our authentic path and who we really are. I believe that perfection is stagnation, a dead vibration that is without substance and hollow. This illusion that we strive for only to leaves us feeling more disconnected and isolated. Ultimately it leads us away from who we are and focuses our vital energy on a false image or shell of who we think we must be in order to be acceptable. This is the path of narcissism.
Perfection is defined by the culture. For the younger women in society this means their physical body includes botox enhanced lips, dark heavy defined eyebrows, a thin body and huge numbers of followers to confirm this. Most look alike or very similar and I see a production line creating copycats rather than a bespoke creation that takes time and love to find, nurture and accept. Instead it creates an image without soul or destination. Interestingly this contradicts the very essence of body expression and fashions origins which were born from originality and inspiration.Instead we are buying into an illusion of belonging but at the cost of denying our uniqueness.
The acceptance that most of us are seeking is judged by others who also want to be seen as perfect in order to belong. We are all the judge and jury of each other: the blind leading the blind and appointing members into the happy perfect club.
I view our imperfections as the ground where our growth occurs, our potential. It’s where we find hidden gifts waiting to unfold. What if you were to stop denying your differences from others and look at what your rejecting in order to find your uniqueness.
‘Perfection is finally attained not when there is no longer anything to add but when there is no longer anything to take away. When a body has been stripped down to its nakedness.’ ANTOINE de Saint-Exupery