Nothing is every truly perfect, and upon realizing that it’s easy to fall victim to disillusion and find yourself on the other end of the spectrum — this thing must be imperfect and flawed and broken.
But what if you lived in the tension space? Where nothing is ever truly perfect and where nothing is going to fully be all that you need it to be? Can you find yourself between those two opposing camps?
It’s easier to date someone and marry someone and love someone when you realize they’re not perfect, and they never will be, and you get to love them in spite of their imperfections. There are bands that shift and grow and their sounds change and they get written off — no! How wonderful is it to accept that people change and sounds change and genres change! That restaurant that made you that one dish that one time that you can’t stop dreaming about? One day you’ll order it again and it won’t be as good; do you write off that restaurant? NO! You go again! Because bad days happen!
I’m on a rant, and it doesn’t even make complete sense, but I’m very tired of feeling like everything has to be entirely perfect otherwise it’s imperfect. It’s so silly to write things off like that, so naive too. The world doesn’t work by making everything exactly how you need it to be, it’s our job to encounter things that aren’t ideal and learn to live with them in spite of all the imperfections.