Tribute to Imperfections

People hate imperfections.

I love them.

Perfection is easy to love, easy to handle. There isn’t a need for looking deeper, looking further into. There isn’t hard work needed to be done; no one likes to work hard.

Imperfections are different. They require hard work, constant improvements and a deep understanding. Imperfections are works in progress, only never ending with a final full stop.

It’s a torture to keep working. Even people have retirements after working a lifetime.

But I love them. I love them because they have cracks, unfinished portions that create different meanings. They can be interpreted so interestingly. The cracks gives incentive to dig in further, to learn more.

But moreover, imperfections have depth. They give us patience, love and understanding through humbleness of knowing that we have to keep working for the best we can get.

But perfection gave nothing of sorts. It makes you arrogant, self-centered. It makes one selfish and ignorant. It has only one meaning, and it’s often dull. Perfection has one standard and a box to fit. Imperfection has many standards and no box to fit.

Perfection is overrated.

Why be perfect when you can be imperfect?