Story of an imperfectly perfect leaf…
“He is not perfect”…whenever I hear someone telling this about someone else, first reaction comes is, who the hell are you to judge when the “very thinking” Of “judging” with “own preset parameters & perception” itself is not perfect and thus it looks like an “Imperfect” man is trying to find “perfection” with “imperfect benchmarks” in which he will never succeed till he finds his imperfect mirror image which is next to impossible…
I believe there is a beauty in “Imperfection” or in being “imperfectly perfect” since it makes us look beyond the visible to find the beauty in that person or thing which many of us don’t do. We always admire sunset /sunrise, nature etc but have we ever observed how chaotic actually it is with unorganized clouds, birds flying with no set routes, lack of symmetry everywhere and still we call it beauty since we are seeing something beyond what is in front of us…we are seeing something for which we didn’t set any parameter to judge….we are seeing something for which we didn’t make any preconceived notion…
However it also depends on the character of the person like whether he is ready to take that extra pain to know little more, look beyond what is visible and see the beauty or conclude his quest within the visible boundary with quick remarks like “he/it is not perfect”…
Irony is, had it been so easy to find the “perfect”, the world would been flooded with “Perfectionism”…