The word perfection is something I used to admire so much. I used to strive to be perfect, flawless…unblemished. And then I got hit in the face by life and fell back into the imperfections of reality.
The thing about perfection is that…well, it doesn’t actually exist. It’s completely unreachable. Like myself, so many people get caught up in the impossible fight of not only being perfect, but finding someone else who is perfect. We all have high expectations of others, but somehow we aren’t so accountable to meet those expectations ourselves.
Which brings me to my next point. If I could never reach perfection, then how on earth could I find someone else who was perfect? Who met every single expectation without fail 100% of the time? Is that what everyone else is hoping to find?
And even if I could find someone perfect, I don’t think I could handle it. I would constantly feel inadequate. I would hate to feel as if I couldn’t bring as much to the table as my partner. Aside from that, there would be no team building, no problem-solving, making up or drama to strengthen our relationship if we didn’t have imperfections.
I mean think about it, wouldn’t that be so boring?
Now, I see my imperfections and I actually like them. Sure, being a control freak isn’t something people exactly aspire to be, but it has given me the chance to be organized and prepared when others drop the ball. I have confidence in my abilities to plan and orchestrate events and handle large responsibilities.
I can also see my imperfections when it comes to giving people the benefit of the doubt, which I seem to do way too often. But, though it has disappointed me, I have learned to really stick to my word and not mislead people.
So, though I might consider these imperfections of mine, I have learned a lot from the qualities I wished I could change for so long. They have given me perspective and taught me a lot about how I should treat people. My imperfections may cause friction at times, but when that time comes I want to grow stronger with the person I love, not feel as if I am the only one who is imperfect.
Imperfections are what gives us perspective on life. It’s what makes everyone interesting and vulnerable. Being in a relationship shouldn’t be perfect. You need to be flawed to be vulnerable. You need to be vulnerable to open up to someone and allow them to gain your trust. You need to have ups and downs to keep things interesting and put your decisions in perspective. Flaws give you the chance to learn, to be humble and to appreciate those who love you in spite of your flaws.
I don’t want someone who is perfect, and I don’t want someone who wants me to be perfect. I want the imperfections and the blemishes. I want someone who looks at all of my problems and isn’t intimidated. I want them to love me anyway and walk through them with me. That is a love that is worth it. And all I want is someone who isn’t perfect, but still loves me enough to work to make our relationship worth the imperfections.